The special doctors and nurses of the cardias pack assembled around Lycan Chris, as he laid on in the middle of the private ward.
The clinic staff were nervous, with some squeezing their bodies behind the door while others had gone to hide in a separate room. The chief surgeon's face was plastered with fear and sadness. He was quagmire and lost.
He lifted lycan Chris's left hand gently, and placed his three fingers on the lateral side of the hand, hoping to miraculously feel a pulse. When he didn't he placed a stethoscope on the same spot, but nothing was heard.
The cardiac motionior beeps continuously sending more sadness to them. The doctors and nurses took a glance at the chief surgeon hoping he would say he found a pulse. But they lowered their heads in disappointment when he nodded in disapproval.
"20th October 11:45am."
The crew bowed their heads quickly, observing a moment of silence for the Lycan and also paying their last respects.
