Mills barely glanced up from his phone, dismissively waving a hand. “I told you, she’s in custody. Nothing happens until I say so.”

“You’re condemning them to death,” Nurse Jenna insisted, stepping closer. “Do you understand that?”

Across the room, Dr. Blake was frantically instructing the nurses, organizing the chaos into something resembling a plan. His authoritative voice cut through the tension, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness. “We need to get her to the OR, now!” he shouted, frustration and anger etched into every syllable.