And the woman standing beside him knew far more than he had admitted.
But I had no time to think about either of them.
Because Lily was dying right in front of me.
“Her oxygen saturation is falling!” a nurse shouted.
Dr. Bennett leaned over my daughter, his face tense but controlled.
“Prepare respiratory support. Where is that medication?”
“Pharmacy says three minutes!”
“We may not have three minutes.”