Eight specialists stood silently around the hospital bed. The heart monitor displayed a single, long, uninterrupted line.
Plan.
The five-month-old son of billionaire Richard Coleman had just been declared clinically dead.
Machines worth millions had failed. The best medical minds in New York had failed.
And at that precise moment, a skinny, dirty, ten-year-old boy burst into the private wing.
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