During my night shift at the hospital, two emergency cases were rushed in—and to my sh0ck, they turned out to be my husband and my sister-in-law. I gave a quiet, cold smile… and did something no one expected.
The ambulance doors burst open at exactly 2:13 a.m. The first thing I noticed was my husband’s blood soaking into another woman’s coat. The second thing was her face—Vanessa, my sister-in-law.
For a few seconds, everything around me seemed to freeze.
Then instinct took over.
“Trauma bay two,” I ordered, my voice sharp and controlled. “Vitals. Oxygen. Call Dr. Patel.”
Marcus lay half-conscious on the stretcher, his expensive watch cracked, his shirt drenched in blood from a deep shoulder wound. Vanessa clung to a paramedic, crying dramatically, her mascara streaked down her cheeks.
“Please,” she sobbed. “He’s my brother. Save him.”
Brother.
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