Within minutes, sirens blared outside. Paramedics and doctors rushed in, carefully checking Grace’s body.
One of them pressed a stethoscope against her chest and shook his head.
“She has no pulse,” he said quietly. Then his expression changed. “But the baby—wait—the baby’s heart rate is there! It’s faint but steady!”
Ethan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You can save her, right? Please! Please, save my daughter!”
The paramedic nodded firmly. “We’ll do everything we can.”
They transferred Grace into the ambulance, racing through the streets with lights flashing, while Ethan followed close behind, gripping the steering wheel and praying harder than he ever had before.
