Chapter 247
The crisis had shifted. Little Be’s wheezing had calmed, but Irene’s own only deepened as she watched the girl’s small body twitch uncontrollably. Despite breathing better, the child’s ghost while face told of a bigger problem unfolding.
“What’s happening to her now? The director’s voice cracked as she livered nearby.
“It’s not just asthma,” Irene said, keeping her voice steady despite the tension running through it. “She’s having nerve–related spasms. This just got way more complicated.” She rubbed her temple fighting off a wave of dizziness before refocusing.
Matthew stepped closer. “Hospital?”
“No time.” Irene shook her head. “I need to stop this now before it calises brain damage.”
From his wheelchair, Adam noticed the color draining from Irene’s face and the slight shake in her hands. Instead of commenting, he silently moved closer, creating more space for her to work.
The urgency in the small room intensified as Irene pulled out a portable nerve treatment device from her bag, movements quick but precise. Her voice carried an authority that brooked no argument.
“We need to hold her down so she doesn’t hurt herself. Matthew, Director–grab her limbs.”
They immediately complied, gently but firmly securing Little Bell’s twitching body. Taking a deep breath, Irene placed small metal contacts on specific points across the girl’s tiny frame with practiced precision.
Adam watched with growing concern. “Are you sure you’re okay to do this?”
Without looking up, Irene brushed him off. “Not now. Need to focus. Her eyes remained locked on the device readings as she adjusted settings with trembling fingers.
Nearly an hour later, sweat dripped from Irene’s forehead onto the equipment. When Adam offered her a handkerchief, she pushed it
away. “Don’t. I can’t break concentration.”
Adam backed off but his eyes darkened with worry. He turned to Thomas, keeping his voice low. “Get the car ready. Call Lawrence.
Tell him to wait for us.”
The room fell quiet except for the soft beeping of equipment and occasional whispers as staff members came and went. Outside the window, afternoon light gradually shifted to evening shadows, but inside, time seemed suspended as everyone watched Irene work with unwavering focus.
As Little Bell’s convulsions gradually eased, Irene stayed vigilant, continuously adjusting settings while monitoring every tiny
response.
“She’s stabilizing,” Irene said, her voice rough like sandpaper. “But I need to watch her for at least another two hours.”
“You’ve been at it for five hours straight,” Adam said quietly. “Let someone take over.”
“Nobody knows what I know about her condition right now,” Irene stubbornly shook her head. “Switching doctors mid–crisis is asking for trouble.”
Matthew handed her water and an energy bar. “At least fuel up.”
Irene took a mechanical sip and bite before returning to her patient. As she adjusted one of the contacts, color slowly bloomed on Little Bell’s cheeks.
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“You’re a miracle worker, the Wirector whispered.
Irene attempted a smile that didn’t reach her exhausted eyes. Adam and Matthew exchanged glances–their rivalry temporarily shelved by shared concern.
The hours continued to pass as night settled outside. Staff members moved quietly around the room, bringing fresh water and checking if anything was needed. Through it all, Irene remained focused on her patient while Adam’s watchful gaze never left her increasingly pale face.
Seven grueling hours later, Little Bell slept peacefully, her face finally showing a healthy pink glow.
Irene exhaled slowly as she removed the final contact. “We’re past the danger zone. She’ll need hospital monitoring, but the worst is
behind us.”
She pushed herself up to stand but suddenly the room tilted sideways. Sounds blurred into a distant hum as everything began to spin. She reached for support but caught nothing.
“I’m fine…” The words barely escaped before her vision went black and she pitched forward.
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