I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 286

Jarvis's complexion drained from a healthy flush to an ashen gray in a matter of seconds.

His jaw worked as if he were trying to speak, but no sound came out. His body listed heavily to one side, his mouth drooping uncontrollably as saliva slipped down his chin.

He raised a trembling hand, clawing at the empty air before his legs gave out entirely, sliding off the leather chair and collapsing toward the floor.

"Get a doctor!" Lance screamed, his voice cracking with sheer terror.

Chaos instantly erupted as executives scrambled, yanking out phones to dial 911.

Finn moved faster than anyone, sliding across the floor to Jarvis's side.

He didn't have a medical degree, but he knew enough not to jostle a seizing patient.

He gripped Jarvis's shoulder firmly, his voice cutting through the panic, low and commanding.

"Jarvis, don't panic. Stay with me. Medical help is right outside."

Jarvis's lips trembled violently. His eyes were blown wide, fixed desperately on Finn as he fought to force out words that simply wouldn't come.

The heavy mahogany doors of the VIP lounge were thrown wide open.

Standing just past the corridor's bend, Sienna heard the muffled shouts and crashing furniture.

Her instincts completely hijacked her brain. Before she even realized what she was doing, she was sprinting through the doorway.

Her eyes locked onto the man convulsing on the floor—the severe facial droop, the unilateral paralysis.

"Move." She shoved past the panicked executives.

Lance looked up, stunned, as this strange woman immediately pressed two fingers flush against his father's carotid artery.

Her movements were razor-sharp, executed with the muscle memory of someone who had done this ten thousand times.

"Who the hell are you?" Lance demanded.

"I'm a doctor," Sienna snapped, not even looking at him. "Back up. You're blocking my light."

Sienna crouched low, holding her fingers steady against Jarvis's racing pulse while her eyes rapidly scanned his face.

Ashen skin. Cyanotic lips.

This wasn't a stroke.

She grabbed Jarvis's left arm and lifted it. There was resistance—he wasn't completely flaccid.

Pupils were equal and reactive to light.

It was a massive myocardial infarction.

The sudden paralysis was a pseudo-stroke, a direct result of catastrophic hypoperfusion to the brain.

"Does he have a history of heart disease?" Sienna demanded.

"Yes! Coronary artery disease! He's got two stents!" Lance was shaking uncontrollably. "We rushed out this morning, he forgot his pills..."

Sienna's hand dove into her blazer pocket.

Her fingers brushed against a tiny plastic bottle. Nitroglycerin.

It was a survival habit drilled into her from her grueling ER days, one she hadn't managed to shake even after moving to the pristine International Wing.

"Water."

Someone thrust a glass into her hand.

She shook out a single pill and wedged it under Jarvis's tongue.

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