Chapter 3 - The Desperate Crawl
I stared at my mother in absolute disbelief as the sheer evil of her words sank into my mind.
She was intentionally planning to let my innocent daughter die just to protect my father's public image.
"You cannot do this, Evelyn," I sobbed, struggling helplessly against the heavy paralysis of the spinal block.
My mother simply checked her diamond wristwatch and turned her back on me without a single ounce of remorse.
"The hospital legal board has already accepted the document, so it is completely out of your hands now," she said.
She unlocked the heavy door and walked out into the hallway, leaving me trapped in my own broken body.
I knew that if I did not reach the neonatal intensive care unit immediately, my baby was going to die alone.
I gritted my teeth and forcefully ripped the intravenous needles completely out of my left arm.
Warm blood immediately began running down my skin, but I ignored the mess and focused entirely on my legs.
The anesthesia was slowly wearing off, replacing the numbness with an agonizing, burning pain across my surgical incision.
I swung my heavy legs over the edge of the mattress and dropped my bare feet onto the freezing floor.
My knees buckled instantly, sending me crashing hard against the metal bedside table.
I dragged myself up using the bedrail, gasping for air as tears of pure agony blurred my vision.
I stumbled out of the recovery room and leaned heavily against the sterile white walls of the corridor.
Every single step felt like a jagged knife twisting violently directly inside my fresh wound.
I followed the bright blue signs pointing toward the NICU, ignoring the shocked stares of the passing hospital staff.
I finally reached the heavy double doors of the intensive care unit and slammed my bloody hand against the intercom button.
A familiar face appeared in the glass window, and the doors immediately swung open to catch me as I collapsed.
It was Dr. Evans, the incredible trauma surgeon who had performed my emergency delivery.
He caught me in his arms and quickly carried me to a chair beside a tiny, glowing plastic incubator.
I looked through the clear plastic and saw my beautiful, tiny daughter breathing rapidly with the help of a machine.
"You have to override the DNR order, please save her," I begged the doctor through my violent sobs.
Dr. Evans looked at me with deep sorrow and shook his head slowly.
"Your father's lawyers threatened to sue the entire hospital into bankruptcy if we violate the legal directive," he explained softly.
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Suddenly, a loud, piercing alarm began to shriek from the monitors attached to my baby's fragile chest.
Her heart rate plummeted drastically, but every single nurse in the room stepped backward, legally forbidden from touching her to save her life.
