Chapter 6 - The Poisoned IV
I dropped the phone onto the hospital floor, completely paralyzed by the horrifying video.
My husband was bleeding out in my sister’s driveway, and my daughter was trapped inside their house.
I opened my mouth to scream for the police officer, but the sound died in my throat.
Before I could make a sound, the medical alarms above Rosalie’s incubator began to blare again.
It wasn't the oxygen monitor this time.
It was the terrifying, erratic beeping of the heart rate monitor warning of severe cardiac distress.
Gloria rushed to the bedside, her eyes wide with sudden panic as she checked the digital readings.
“Her heart rate is spiking to dangerous levels!” Gloria shouted, pressing the emergency call button on the wall.
“Did the oxygen drop again?” I cried out, terrified the machine had completely failed.
Gloria quickly checked the blue dial, but it was perfectly secure at forty percent.
She traced the plastic tubing running from the machines down to Rosalie’s tiny arm.
Her hands stopped at the small, clear IV bag hanging on the metal pole beside the bed.
The clear saline solution inside the bag had turned a cloudy, milky white color.
“Someone injected a foreign substance directly into her IV line,” Gloria gasped in absolute horror.
My mother hadn't just turned the oxygen dial down to suffocate her.
She had actively poisoned the IV bag, ensuring that if the oxygen alarm woke me up, the chemical would still finish the job.
The doctor sprinted into the room, immediately unhooking the tainted IV bag and tossing it into a biohazard bin.
“Push a broad-spectrum flush and get a toxicology screen on her blood immediately!” the doctor ordered the nurses.
I backed away from the incubator, feeling the entire room spinning violently around me.
My mother had planned this with terrifying, lethal precision.
The police officer rushed into the room, alerted by the sudden chaos and the blaring alarms.
“What is happening now?” the officer demanded, placing his hand on his radio.
“The suspect laced the infant's intravenous fluids with an unknown toxin,” the doctor explained grimly while working on the baby.
I picked my phone up off the floor and shoved the video of Kevin’s bleeding body directly into the officer’s face.
“My sister just sent me this video from her house!” I screamed hysterically.
“They are murdering my entire family right now, and you are just standing here!”
The officer watched the video, his expression hardening into pure, professional fury.
He pulled his radio and authorized a full SWAT team breach on Courtney’s address.
“We are locking down this hospital wing, and my men are kicking down her front door as we speak,” the officer promised me.
I sank into the recliner, burying my face in my hands as the nurses worked desperately to stabilize Rosalie’s heart.
Ten minutes later, the toxicology results flashed onto the doctor’s computer screen.
The doctor read the results, his face turning incredibly pale in the bright fluorescent light.
“The substance in the IV bag was a massive dose of synthetic insulin,” the doctor announced quietly.
“It was designed to cause a fatal, untraceable drop in her blood sugar.”
“If we had caught it five minutes later, it would have been completely irreversible.”
I stared at the doctor, a new, horrifying realization dawning on my exhausted brain.
My mother was a retired real estate agent, and Courtney was a marketing executive.
Neither of them had access to synthetic hospital-grade insulin or the medical knowledge to know how to dose it perfectly.
But Courtney’s fiancé, the man who had stolen the ID badge to let them in, worked in the hospital pharmacy administration.
They were all working together to execute a flawless, medical murder.
“Why are they doing this?” I whispered to myself, unable to comprehend the sheer scale of their evil.
The police officer stepped back into the room, looking incredibly grim.
“The SWAT team just breached your sister’s house,” the officer reported heavily.
“And they found your daughter?” I begged, desperate for one piece of good news.
The officer shook his head slowly, avoiding my direct eye contact.
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“The house was completely empty.”
“Your husband is in an ambulance, but your mother, your sister, and your daughter are entirely gone.”
