Aiden and Maia rushed into the hospital's ER, the tension between them thick but pushed aside for now. They made sure to enter separately, keeping some distance so nobody would start gossiping. Their earlier moment—what almost happened—was buried for now. They had more pressing matters to deal with.
Aiden didn't waste time, quickly finding himself with a new patient, a young boy suffering from severe diarrhea. He squatted down beside the kid, offering him a soft smile while checking his vitals. The kid's face was pale, clearly in pain, and Aiden's heart sank a little. Moments like this made everything else seem small.
Meanwhile, Maia spotted Eric and Michelle near the entrance of the trauma room. A heavily pregnant woman, drenched in blood, lay on a stretcher, panic written all over her face. Her eyes were wide, and she was clutching her stomach, but not for herself—for the baby inside.
"Please," the woman begged, her voice cracking, "just save my baby."
