Interruption
Chapter Seventeen
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The ward became quiet after Adrian’s shut the nurses up. he stood there observing the Catherine stood close to her grandfather, her fingers shaking as they rested against is.
The peace shattered with a firm knock at the ward doors.
A man entered with the calm certainty of one who commands rooms before speaking. Tall, sharp–featured, and clad in a perfectly pressed white coat, he moved with deliberate steps. His presence seemed to pull all attention toward him. Dr. Blaine Corvus, the city’s most renowned physician, had arrived.
“I was summoned,” he said in a low but authoritative voice scanning the ward with sharp precision. His eyes stopped on the old man in the bed, then flicked toward Adrian. “It appears I have arrived after some… unconventional intervention.”
Catherine’s father straightened. “Doctor Corvus, you were invited-”
“I am aware,” Dr. Corvus interrupted smoothly, “but I must speak plainly: those needles must be removed. Immediately.”
A murmur ran through the room. Catherine froze, disbelief tightening her throat.
“Removed?” she said softly, stepping closer to her grandfather.
Adrian moved in front of her, voice low but firm. “No. They are keeping him alive. Removing them now will kill him.”
Dr. Corvus’s gaze locked on Adrian. “With respect, Mr. Cole these needles are a dangerous unknown. The patient’s life depends on proper, proven intervention.”
One of the senior physicians shifted uneasily. “We… we don’t know what he’s doing. But Adrian may have a point
Dr. Corvus cut him off with a sharp glance. “Science demands evidence, not blind trust in folklore. These needles are unverified and untested in the way required for treatment.”
Catherine’s father frowned deeply, torn. “Doctor-”
“Sir,” Dr. Corvus said, his tone calm but decisive, “you have entrusted your grandfather to experts. Now allow me to do my duty.”
Catherine stepped forward, her voice trembling. “Please… don’t take them out. He’s alive because of them.”
Dr. Corvus turned to the attending physicians. “Prepare to remove the needles. Now.” His voice brooked no argument.
A hush fell. Adrian’s jaw tightened, but he stepped back. Catherine’s father hesitated, staring between Adrian and Dr. Corvus. Corvus’s reputation as the city’s foremost doctor weighed heavily. Finally, with a reluctant nod, he said, “Do it.”
A nurse stepped forward, gloves snapping into place. Catherine grabbed Adrian’s sleeve. “No… please…”
But it was already too late. The first needle was withdrawn. A faint metallic ring echoed in the air, and the ward seemed to shift.
One by one, the needles were pulled out. Catherine watched in horror, gripping her grandfather’s hand tighter.
Then the change came.
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The old man’s breathing faltered His chest sank inward ureaturally His face lust color, paling mail it seemed almost translucent His hand twitched, clutching at the sheets as if trying to hold onto life itself
“Heart rate dropping severely!” one of the nurses shoute
Dr. Corvus stepped closer, his voice calm but firm “Mainta oxygen Begin cardiac support”
Despite their efforts, the old man’s pulse weakened. The nitors beeped erratically is breaths came shorter, sharper, and then ceased almost entirely. A chilling silence filled the ward
Catherine’s cry tore through the stillness. “Nol Stop! Put the needles back!”
Adrian stepped forward, his voice low but fron–strong, “I too late. You’ve undone everything. The potson hee begun to reclaim control.”
Marco stood rigid, his face pale, Catherine’s mother began sob quietly. The senior physicians looked at each other, shaken.
Dr. Corvus’s expression remained calm, almost unreadable “We will stabilize him. Prepare for full resuscitation”
The nurses moved quickly, following orders. Machines beeped, compressions began, a frantic rhythm against the silence of impending loss. But the old man’s pulse continued to fade,
Catherine’s tears fell freely. Her voice cracked as she whispered” Adrian, please… what can we do not
Adrian’s eyes stayed fixed on her grandfather,” He still lives because of what we did, but without those needles, his life will slip away. We have to fight to give him back the time he’s lost.” He paused, his voice was steady,” But I will give it my best.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
