A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 366

Keaton was shouting orders for surgical tools, his voice cutting through the tense air as the team's hands moved with precision, stitching and repairing with urgency. A nurse beside him swiftly passed the scalpel, her movements deft and accurate. It was Yvan's first time witnessing the chaos of an operating room – a ballet of life and death, where every second and every drop of blood counted.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Matilda’s exposed flesh, wincing as Keaton muttered, “The rib’s broken.”

Broken.

It felt like a bullet had pierced Yvan’s own heart. His face turned even paler, “Where’s the break?”

“Near the chest,” Keaton responded without glancing up, focused on the task at hand. “Lucky you didn’t move her around too much before we got here. Prevented a secondary injury. A misplaced move with a broken bone could’ve punctured another organ.”

Yvan’s heart raced, his mind replaying the terrifying moment he found Matilda, her body bleeding out, his own sense of reality slipping away with her blood.

“That’s enough; she’s lost too much blood already. The neighboring hospital should have sent over a transfusion by now.” Finally, Keaton looked at Yvan, “We’re stitching up the knife wound on Matilda’s back now. Didn’t hit any organs, but it’s deep.”

The sight of Matilda’s torn flesh had Yvan frozen, his soul seemingly leaving his body.

She had taken the hit for him. If not for Matilda, he would be the one lying there...

“I’m okay; I can still give blood,” Yvan said, his face deathly pale, insisting even before the blood bags had arrived, “I can keep going!”

“Are you out of your mind?” Keaton glared at him while switching scalpels, “What use are you dead? Who’s going to look after Matilda when she wakes up?”