He Waited She Wilted (Ottilie and Yorath) novel Chapter 312

"Doctor!" Yorath bolted upright, grabbing a passing nurse by the arm. "Quick, check on my wife! She won't wake up!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the medical equipment hooked up to Ottilie began emitting a frantic, blaring alarm.

It sounded like a death knell, making everyone's blood run cold.

In the ICU, the scariest thing wasn't nurses slacking off—it was nurses springing into a frenzy.

Instantly, two nurses rushed over, completely ignoring Yorath's panicked question.

They shoved the frantic family member out of their way. "Please step aside! Don't interfere with the resuscitation!"

Pushed to the sidelines, Yorath could only watch helplessly as Ottilie was thrown back into the grips of emergency protocols.

This time, the resuscitation didn't drag on. Within twenty minutes, they managed to bring her back.

Jevon Crawford and Elian Zouch had been scared half to death.

If Ottilie died, it would be catastrophic. And if Yorath couldn't handle her death and did something reckless to himself?

The sky would literally fall.

Nobody could handle losing their wife right after getting married.

Yorath himself, however, seemed calmer than ever.

Terrified that he might have tracked bacteria into her room, he didn't dare go back inside to sit by her bed. Instead, he stood rigidly in the observation room.

He watched as a team of medical staff hooked even more tubes up to her frail body.

Ottilie hated being touched. Even just being tied down made her miserable.

Now, she was strapped down again, with countless tubes invading her body. He couldn't even imagine how awful she must feel.

Yorath had the overwhelming urge to storm in and rip every single tube out of her.

Right then, his phone vibrated.

It was Nyssa Tarrant.

Yorath answered instantly.

"Yorath, I've brought the medicine. I'm at the hospital entrance. Which room is Ms. Sewell in?"

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