The young doctor hightailed it up to the ICU, leaving Pierre flustered and vulnerable behind the closed door.
“What is her blood pressure?” He asked without turning his head to the nurse at his left.
“Systolic is 70, diastolic is 50, doctor.”
“This is not good.” He said, preparing for a shock. “Wake up, girl!”
The doctor’s voice muffled into the corners of the ICU room, and all the girl could hear was her own heart beat faded while everything around her was dreary dark.