Isabel POV
"Why hasn't the power come back yet?" the doctor demanded, his voice strained as his hands pressed firmly on Diego's chest. Sweat clung to his forehead, his arms moving in a steady rhythm.
The silence was deafening, broken only by the doctor's rhythmic counting.
Miguel's flashlight wavered as he clenched it tighter. "Why isn't this working? Where's the backup generator?"
The scarred man had disappeared from the room, leaving us in the dark with nothing but the dull beam of light catching Diego's pale, lifeless face.
Marissa pressed her back against the wall, breathing hard. "I'll check the hall again." She said as she walked out sluggishly.
Miguel's voice cracked. "You're not going alone."
Marissa's eyes met his, calm but serious. "Then stay here and make sure Diego keeps breathing. I'll handle it." She said promisingly.
Miguel hesitated, then nodded. His focus stayed locked on Diego as the doctor kept pressing.
