Daniel didn’t look back at the hospital that had just discarded him. He threw his cardboard box onto the passenger seat of his parked car, grabbed only the stethoscope Emma had given him, and ran toward the roaring helicopters. As the blades whipped the air around them, the military-clad man helped Daniel scramble inside. Within seconds, the ground fell away, and the small town hospital shrank into insignificance below.
Inside the cabin, the noise was deafening, but the medical monitor hooked up to the young boy was louder still. The 8-year-old, Julian, was pale as porcelain, his abdomen severely distended. Next to him, a man in a tailored suit—his father, Arthur Vance, a billionaire philanthropist—looked completely broken.
“Please,” Arthur gasped, gripping Daniel’s arm. “They told me you’re the only one who can fix a hepatic tearing in a child this young. The hospital director said you were gone, but a nurse whispered your name to my assistant in the hallway. Name your price. Just save my son.”
Daniel looked at the boy, then at the frantic monitor. “I don’t care about the price,” Daniel said firmly, his doctor’s instincts completely taking over. “But we can’t do this in the air. We need a fully equipped O.R.”
“The hospital you just left has the equipment, but their administration refused to take him because of the liability,” the pilot shouted back. “They said they didn’t have the staff on duty!”
A cold anger flared in Daniel’s chest. The new director hadn’t just fired him; he was turning away a dying child to protect his precious profit margins and legal statistics. Daniel grabbed the helicopter’s radio headset. He patched directly into the hospital’s emergency frequency.
“This is Dr. Daniel Reeves,” he commanded, his voice carrying an authority that startled everyone in the chopper. “I am inbound with a critical pediatric trauma patient. Prep Operating Room 3 immediately. Get Sarah and Mike from my old team on standby. If that doors isn’t open when we land, I will hold the administration personally responsible for what happens to this boy.”
On the other end, the receptionist gasped, but Daniel didn’t wait for a reply. He clicked off. Five minutes later, the two helicopters touched down directly on the hospital’s rooftop helipad, blowing away the strict protocol rules the new director loved so much.
Daniel leaped out first, helping wheel the stretcher inside. In the hallway, the new hospital director, Mr. Sterling, was waiting, flanked by security guards. His face was purple with rage.
“Reeves! You were terminated this morning!” Sterling barked, stepping in front of the stretcher. “You have no privileges here. This is private property, and you are exposing this institution to a massive lawsuit—”
Daniel didn’t even slow down. He marched right up to Sterling, his eyes blazing with a fury that made the younger man step back.
“Get out of my way,” Daniel whispered, each word dripping with ice. “A child is dying. If you want to talk about lawsuits, think about what the Vance family will do to you if this boy stops breathing on your floor.”
Sterling froze as Arthur Vance stepped into view, his powerful presence instantly shifting the room’s gravity. Security backed off. The doors to O.R. 3 swung open, and Daniel rushed inside, washing his hands and stepping back into the light where he truly belonged.
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