Seeing her worried to death inside but still putting on a face of endurance, Andrew couldn't help but pity her.
The child on the stretcher was fragile and tiny, seemingly able to shatter with a single touch. He looked at the child's pale face and purple lips, then glancing at the beating heart monitor, Andrew's heart was in turmoil as well.
The ambulance raced to the hospital, the doctors and nurses carried the stretcher out, and Emma quickly followed. Andrew also caught up with her.
Thomas was sent all the way to the emergency room, where the nurse pushed Emma out before she could go in: "Sorry, but you can't enter!"
Emma watched the surgery room door close in front of her eyes.
Before she could break down, a doctor walked over: "Excuse me, is the parent of the child, Thomas Smith, who was just sent in?"
Emma nodded: "I am!"
"Here's a surgery consent form; if you don't sign it, we can't perform the surgery."
Emma signed it without hesitation, feeling her fingers trembling.
