Nathan
I murmur a prayer as the anaesthetist checks Amari. The alarms are going louder and louder. It is clear that something is wrong.
“Everything is fine, I don’t know why she has a tachycardia,” she tells the gynaecologist after checking the machine and listening to her chest.
“She is not bleeding, we are almost done closing.”
I am not clued up with this stuff, but that sound good. Why are the machines still beeping then?
“Eh…” the anaesthetist hesitates and looks nervously at me.
“Mr Lord, please wait outside,” the gynaecologist says, but I am not going anywhere.
I shake my head. “Fix whatever it is, I am not leaving my wife.”
They exchange uncomfortable looks before the anaesthetist blurts out.
“The catheter is empty.”
“s**t! We have to open her up.”
I look at the gyna
