Secret Legacy Revealed

“Kill that unwanted resident in our daughter’s womb or leave this place with your baby forever !" an enraged Mr. Blaydes threatened. 

Minutes before her arrival, Dmitri and his team had been alerted about the incoming critical patient by Mr. Blaydes' secretary. 

Dmitri paced back and forth, his pulse rushing. 

Audrey was critically ill when brought to the emergency room. 

Blood between her legs was beginning to accumulate on the floor. It was a steady drip, drip, drip as they shifted her from the ambulance to the stretcher.

"The baby is showing signs of distress and its health is getting compromised," the nurse rapidly parroted as the machine beeped.

"An emergency C-section is required to get the patient and baby onto the safest birth route. We need to be quick as there is an immediate concern for the health of the mother and the baby," Dr. Hazel sharply commanded.

The irony: Dr. Dmitri had to operate on the love of his life and his unborn baby whose life was in jeopardy ! They had to be saved. 

"Doctor Dmitri, the operating room is ready. Any other orders before we get the patient up there ?" asked the nurse.

The nurse's voice jolted him back to his reality, the reality of what he was trained to do. 

Fortunately for Doctor Dmitri, his profession didn't discriminate at death's door. 

To him, the operating room was considered a great equalizer. 

All of those who passed through those doors were one and the same. 

In the end, there was no moral dilemma- she was a patient in intense pain and bleeding profusely.

Dmitri had to help her and the unborn baby in spite of the tycoon’s threat.

"No, nurse. Just get her upstairs quickly. It's time to save two lives," Dmitri quickly snapped orders as he regained his emotional and mental strength back. 

"Will you be able to handle this surgery ?" Dr. Hazel stopped Dmitri for a moment before there was no turning back, concern lacing her voice. “Emotions can not be mixed with surgeries.”

It was no brainer what she meant. Lying on that stretcher was someone dear to him. The mother of his unborn child.

"Once a patient is on the operating room table- asleep, draped off, and ready to be cut open, I don't consider him or her my acquaintance," Dmitri replied before pulling on his surgery gloves. 

Surgeons were human beings. Granted. However, Dmitri was cut from a different cloth when it came to his profession. 

Unlike other colleagues of his, he could successfully excel and carry out a surgery in unique situations when critical, valuable lives were at stake. 

Dmitri didn't waste time in adorning his gear and getting ready for the emergency where his loved one was involved. His actions inspired respect and awe amongst his staff but only he knew that he had let his real emotions percolate and hide in the deep recesses of his heart.