Alarms screamed. The crash team flooded in. Monitors flashed erratic vitals heart rate plummeting, oxygen saturation dropping like a stone. Lily stood frozen for half a second, the vial in her hand trembling. “He’s hypoglycemic,” she gasped, darting to the bedside.

A nurse shoved a glucose ampule into her hand, and she injected it blindly, heart thundering in her ears. “Push ten percent dextrose now. We’re losing him ”

“Why did you give him insulin?” a voice barked behind her.

Lily snapped her head toward the voice. It was Dr. Hanley, the senior consultant on call. His face was livid.

“I didn’t!” she cried. “That’s not what I—”

“I saw...