Another cough followed, stronger this time, and then a fragile cry filled the room. It was faint and unsteady, but it was alive.
The room erupted into motion as doctors rushed forward, checking monitors and shouting instructions while nurses moved quickly to stabilize the child again. Security grabbed Tyler, but no one could ignore what had just happened.
The baby they had declared dead was breathing again.
“Wait,” the lead doctor said, his voice filled with disbelief as he checked the monitor once more. “Heartbeat is present, oxygen levels are rising, this should not be possible.”
They placed Owen back onto the bed and reattached the machines, but this time the child fought to breathe, his tiny fingers twitching with life. Tyler stood in the corner, soaked and trembling, unsure of what he had just done.
The child’s father approached him slowly, his expression broken yet filled with something new. “You saved my son,” he said, his voice shaking with emotion.
Tyler shook his head quickly, looking down at the floor. “I just did not want him to die,” he replied quietly.