ℝ𝔸ℕ𝔻𝕐 & 𝕁𝔸ℂ𝕂𝕃𝕐ℕ 𝕆ℕ𝔼𝕊ℍ𝕆𝕋𝕊🏳️🌈

Martina (Randy)

RYAN’S POV
"The heartbeat is stable!" I practically screamed after spending three minutes trying to revive her little heart for the second time that day.

All of our eyes rested on the screen, her heart rate increased rapidly and it stopped at a steady pulse. All other levels were stable again. The little one looked like she never had anything.

"I'll take her back to the room," he said, our eyes meeting for a fleeting moment before letting go.

Mask, gloves and gown ended up in the bin. I left the operating room before the cleaners came in to clean and disinfect.

***

"Dr. Beaumont" a long sigh made room up my throat, I turned to Dr. Gray, changing direction.

"Yes, Dr. Gray?"

"The baby will have to be entrusted to social services if her mother-"
"You can't say such a thing" I interrupted her, knowing perfectly well what she was going to say, but stopping her so as not to bring bad luck. That family had already had enough bad luck, there was no need for more bad luck.

"It's the protocol-"

"I know perfectly well what the protocol requires, I am the head of the department, not you Dr. Gray"

"I'm sorry doctor"

"Could you check the patient in room 241?" I asked in a calmer tone of voice, trying to make her understand that everything was fine.

"Of course"

 Finally no one needed me anymore, this meant that I finally had the chance to go where I really wanted to be at that moment.

As soon as I arrived, I did not immediately enter, I stopped in front of the entrance, looking at the scene that was unfolding in front of my eyes. The transparent window allowed me to see everything without problems.

Martina was gently and slowly cuddled by my husband, sweet caresses were left here and there. It was such a sweet and heartbreaking scene at the same time. If I hadn't known him or her, then I would have thought that he was her dad, but the truth was different. The truth was that he was my husband and she was a baby who was not ours.
Only when he turned around did he realize that I was looking at him and I only at this moment saw the tears filling his eyes and silently running down his cheeks.

At the age of six, the first day of school I arrived late, there was only one desk left, I sat next to a child who couldn't stop smiling at how happy he was. Thirteen years later I got married to the person who once was this child.

"Hey"

"Hey" he sniffed and I wiped his tears away. Many people were convinced that doctors didn't have feelings, wrong. You have to be strong, but we all have feelings and emotions, it was impossible not to cry sometimes. Sometimes we became fond of patients and all of our patients were children. No, it was not easy, but at the same time, as in everything, there were the positive sides, there was happiness.

"She's gorgeous"

"His mom had a cardiac arrest, I still have no news" inside me a jolt of pain has made room, something has happened in my stomach, but to explain what would have been impossible.

“Come here, my love, come” and as he held the little girl in his arms, my arms tightened around him, holding him tight to me because I knew exactly that this was what he needed. I hid my face between his shoulder and his neck, crying tears that I badly needed to let go.

***

Three days later we were still with her, Martina. Her dad was dead, but her mother went from being in stable to unstable conditions. In these cases it was difficult to think about what the future would be for this little girl, this warrior of only six months. It was just that, she was a warrior. She was only six months old and she had already faced more or less what I had faced in all my years of life. Her little heart had completely stopped, but it then started beating and beating again.