Saturday midnight

Mrs Smith POV.

"Is my daughter truly not breathing?'' I cried, coming back to life.

I looked around and I saw the doctor that had been dozing off, stood up and walked to me.

"We have not yet concluded.. Her life is still in one percent and it is not going down" He replied.

"So what did you suggest we do?" I asked, finding a bit of hope.

"I suggested we transfer her to a specialist hospital and she will be attended to by a specialist" He replied.

"I already made a phone call to them and they are willing to carry out the operation tonight when they...