Twice Betrayed- Reborn in Flames - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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The young intern stood frozen at the OR entrance, face pale as hospital sheets. Protocol forgotten, he yelled, "Gerald, snap out of it! Eleanor's five months pregnant with your child! And you—her own husband—want to operate on her? Are you trying to kill her?"
Gerald ignored the desperate warning, slamming the surgical suite door shut. Through the closing gap, I heard the intern's panicked shout: "Gerald's lost it! Page the chief of staff immediately! No—call Miss Barren first! Tell her Gerald's about to perform a C-section on Eleanor!"
Blindly determined to please Joanne, Gerald skipped anesthesia entirely. He grabbed a scalpel and pressed the cold steel against my stomach. "You did this to yourself, Eleanor," he hissed. "If you hadn't rammed into Joanne's car, if you hadn't lied about carrying my baby, would Joanne be so devastated she's leaving the country for some arranged marriage?"
Terror seized me. Tears mixed with sweat soaked through my hospital gown. "Gerald, please don't hurt my belly!" I begged. "The baby just kicked—can't you feel it? It's begging for its life!" My voice broke. "We can get divorced. Isn't that what you want? I swear I'll disappear afterward—you and Joanne will never see me again! Just please—"
The blade hesitated, hovering millimeters above my skin. Gerald's forehead creased with sudden doubt.
Joanne gave a delicate cough, her red-rimmed eyes turning my way. "Eleanor, don't fight with Gerald because of me. I'll book my flight now." She made a show of leaving, but Gerald stopped her.
When he turned back to me, all hesitation had vanished. "This'll be over quickly," he said coldly. "If blood makes you squeamish, close your eyes."
The OR lights carved harsh shadows across Gerald's face, transforming him into something mechanical. Under Joanne's gaze, he tightened his grip on the scalpel and made the first deliberate incision.
Warm liquid splashed my arms. Strangely, I felt no pain.
Time blurred until the OR doors burst open. A sharp slap echoed through the room. "Gerald! What the hell do you think you're doing?" roared the chief of staff.
The scalpel clattered to the floor. Gerald's legs gave out as he slumped against the operating table, staring dumbly at my exposed abdomen. "Chief... Eleanor's stomach..." he stammered. "How... how is there a baby inside?"
Gerald ignored the desperate warning, slamming the surgical suite door shut. Through the closing gap, I heard the intern's panicked shout: "Gerald's lost it! Page the chief of staff immediately! No—call Miss Barren first! Tell her Gerald's about to perform a C-section on Eleanor!"
Blindly determined to please Joanne, Gerald skipped anesthesia entirely. He grabbed a scalpel and pressed the cold steel against my stomach. "You did this to yourself, Eleanor," he hissed. "If you hadn't rammed into Joanne's car, if you hadn't lied about carrying my baby, would Joanne be so devastated she's leaving the country for some arranged marriage?"
Terror seized me. Tears mixed with sweat soaked through my hospital gown. "Gerald, please don't hurt my belly!" I begged. "The baby just kicked—can't you feel it? It's begging for its life!" My voice broke. "We can get divorced. Isn't that what you want? I swear I'll disappear afterward—you and Joanne will never see me again! Just please—"
The blade hesitated, hovering millimeters above my skin. Gerald's forehead creased with sudden doubt.
Joanne gave a delicate cough, her red-rimmed eyes turning my way. "Eleanor, don't fight with Gerald because of me. I'll book my flight now." She made a show of leaving, but Gerald stopped her.
When he turned back to me, all hesitation had vanished. "This'll be over quickly," he said coldly. "If blood makes you squeamish, close your eyes."
The OR lights carved harsh shadows across Gerald's face, transforming him into something mechanical. Under Joanne's gaze, he tightened his grip on the scalpel and made the first deliberate incision.
Warm liquid splashed my arms. Strangely, I felt no pain.
Time blurred until the OR doors burst open. A sharp slap echoed through the room. "Gerald! What the hell do you think you're doing?" roared the chief of staff.
The scalpel clattered to the floor. Gerald's legs gave out as he slumped against the operating table, staring dumbly at my exposed abdomen. "Chief... Eleanor's stomach..." he stammered. "How... how is there a baby inside?"
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