Too Late For Regret: The Surgeon's Comeback

Dressed in surgical scrubs, a mask covering her face, only her eyes were

pproximation of what she'd asked for. She took them, her movements eco

with her arms crossed. "She's going to sever the spinal cord," she hissed to Elsworth

ling. He watched Arely's hands on the monitor. They were impossibly ste

nerve-stabilizing agent she'd mentally refor

ered Eleanor's system, t

old woman's body, her limbs co

med, grabbing her phone. "Security! Get the h

t pale. His breath

brows, but her hands remained rock-steady. With a minuscule adjustment, sh

e plummeted. The steady beep of the monitor f

tli

intruder and an attempted murder. Two large securit

t through the chaos. As the guards hesitated, her other hand moved like lightning, a thi

, stunned by her

gle, weak blip appeared on the EKG. Then another. T

d. Her breathing, ragged an

ecovery. She only saw the crisis. "She tried

She finished the procedure, closing the tiny incis

more security personn

stupor, surrounded Arely, their expressions grim. Isad

shrieked, pointing a tr

them. They hit Isadora's chest with a soft slap.

in disbelief. The readings were stable, better than they had been in

m. Isadora immediately turned on Arely. "Arrest her! She's practic

security team, to the stabilized Eleanor, to the calm, defiant wo

greement has just begun, Mr. Hall. A

a long moment, the entir

d at the head

voice leaving no room for