76-Into Coma.

The sterile scent of antiseptics and the harshly fluorescent lights filled the hospital corridor just as the stretcher Camille was on came in, “Emergency!” The person pushing the stretcher

Shouted, the doctors ran to the stretcher.

They had tried the CPR, the frantic effort of breath and rhythm, but her heart line on the machine had remained steadfastly flat.

He clenched his fists, willing himself to hold back tears. “She will pull through,” he whispered to himself, as if belief alone could will life back into her limbs. “She has to.”

Xavier wanted to follow them when they started pulling her towards the surgery room, a nurse stood...