"I'm so scared," she breathed. "They're going to cut out a piece of me. Will it hurt? Will I die?"
She lifted her head just enough to peer up at him through wet lashes. "Can you have all the doctors in the operating room? The more, the safer, right?" Her lip trembled. "My only regret in this life is never properly repaying everything you've done for me. I don't want to die with that debt unpaid."
Every word dripped honey.
And Cyril—Cyril melted like candle wax.
"Of course." His voice softened to something I hadn't heard in months. "I'll have every doctor in this hospital on standby. The Elite Medical Unit will arrive in ten minutes. I won't let anything happen to you. Not a scratch."
"What about our daughter?"
My knuckles had gone bone-white around her tiny body. I'd bitten through my lip; I tasted copper.
Every doctor on standby for her. Then who saves our child?
Cyril glanced at the bundle in my arms. Irritation flashed across his features.
He turned to the crowd of physicians. "Which one of you is pediatrics? Stay behind. Take a look."