Hope for Us (NEWT) [COMPLETED]

Ch 72 - Amore Mio

~Sara~

"Clear!"

Sara pressed it on command, held her breath, and shut her eyes tightly as she heard the third electric current.

After Newt's body thumped back onto the bed, she heard the beeping of the EKG, looked up, and the jagged line finally marked a pulse. It took a second for the whole cycle to regulate, but it was there, and that was all Sara needed at the moment.

As dependent as it made her, she knew she wouldn't be able to get back up if she lost him.

She didn't know what she was gonna do, what remote corner of the world she had to reach, but she wasn't gonna let the Flare rip him away from her. A simple surgery almost did, and that was the scariest moment of her life.

In contrast, the death of her parents was so sudden and shocking, that she had to continue for them; to give a meaning to her fight. It was unfair, and she had to live to make justice for what WICKED did to them.

But what could she do when she knew Newt was succumbing to the Flare, and that she literally watched him stop breathing a few minutes earlier? It was like the entire room, the defibrillators and EKG included, were screaming at her that she was losing him little by little and very quickly at the same time.

What could she have done? What justice could she obtain for him? She couldn't fight Rebecca over it. It would've been an accident; a slip-up with anesthesia dosage. Would she have forgiven Rebecca if Newt hadn't survived?

Maybe. Maybe not. She would never know. Only that it wasn't the Flare that almost took him from her.

But the Flare wasn't gonna have a go at it too. Sara couldn't fight the virus if it were to take Newt, but she could at least use anything in her power to put up a good fight against the circumstances before it was too late for real. Getting a taste of what it actually felt to lose him was enough; one thing was thinking about it and knowing it would happen, but it was something completely different having to live it.

Rebecca was still breathing rapidly, and she set the devices down on the tray next to the bed.

She quickly checked his vitals and made sure everything else was in order. Sara helped her set up the scanner, one of WICKED's most innovative medical equipment, hoping its laser technology would indicate whether he suffered any neural damage or organ failure given the amount of time he was unconscious and that his body wasn't receiving enough blood supply.

And for the first good news ever—regarding Newt—he was fine.

Rebecca turned to face Sara with a shameful expression. "I'm... I'm so sorry," she whispered, bursting to tears. "I almost killed him—I'm so sorry."

Sara threw her arms around her, letting out tears of relief. "But you saved him."

Deep down, Sara knew that Rebecca would've been responsible, but she was aware that the woman was exceptional at everything she did. She worked hard to become who she was, with the knowledge she gained, so only an especially difficult case would put her in that situation where someone's life was out of her control.

Sara had to remind herself that Newt literally attacked Rebecca. If he was choking her, there wasn't any time for her to think about how much anesthesia she was applying to him. All she needed was for him to fall asleep and let go of her, otherwise the surgery wouldn't have been possible, and he could've killed her at worst.

For the next few minutes, Sara sat next to his bed, laying her head on his chest as she stroked his face.

Rebecca was close by to monitor everything this time.