Trapped by Seven Mafia Wolves novel Chapter 155

Flatline

Aurora’s POV

Everything feels… heavy.

Like I’m sinking.Light flickers against my eyelids too bright, then gone.

Shapes blur. Faces, maybe.

I can’t tell.

But these voices…

These voices seem to float over me, like a the melody of a ghost haunting. “…pressure’s dropping

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“Move–get the-”

Unfamiliar.

But…

“Her pressure’s dropping again!”

“Move!”

“Jace–back up, you’re in the way—”

“I can’t leave her!”

“Let Raphael and the others work, dammit!”

“Stay with us, Rora. Please.

“These voices cut through, sharp and trembling.

Those voices-

I know the em.

I know them.

But my mind is fogged, slow, like I’m underwater. very time I reach for it, it slips away.Who…?And

then–

One voice cuts through.

Broken, as if trying to laugh, to sound normal.

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“Hey, Princess Patches,” He says, voice trembling ‘We still need to finish the Descendants movies, remember? You can’t bail on me now.

“He laughs again–quiet, cracked, forced.

“Come on, Rora. You’ll be okay. You’ll be fine. You‘–“A sob rips through his voice, cutting him

off.

The sound cracks the air like glass breaking.

–

“I can’t lose you,” he whispers. “Please.

“I want to tell whoever it is, I’m trying.

That I’m here.

But my lips won’t move.

Everything folds in on itself–sound, light, breath.

I can feel gloved hands press against me as the world tilts again.

Black seeps in around the edges of everything.

I blink–once, twice–eyes dragging down.

And then-

Just the beeping.

And the dark pulling me under again.3rd Person’s POV

The world stops.

That sound-

that single, endless note-

cuts through the chaos like a blade.

Flatline.

“Start compressions!”

stop.

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“Clear!”

“Again!“And yet… the monitor doesn’t change,

“Her heart’s not responding-”

“Charge again,” Raphael says quietly, stepping forward, wishing he was allowed to perform. His voice trembles as he begs the doctor. “Just–again.

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“Clear!“The jolt hits.Nothing.

“Come on, Rora,” Jace breathes, hands gripping his hair, tears streaking down his cheeks. “Come on, don’t do this-“His voice cracks on the last word. “Not like this, please-“Nico turns, slamming the wall until his knuckles bleed, a strangled scream clawing from his throat.

“Time of death-” The doctor begins.

“No!” Andrei’s yell cuts through the room like thunder. “Keep going!”

“Sir-“The nurse falters, eyes wide.

“Keep going!” Andrei barks again.

“Clear!“The shock hits again as her small frame ares, then drops, motionless.

The line on the monitor stays stubbornly flat.

Endless. Unforgiving.

The doctors move slower now, desperation etched into every movement.

The brothers, usually unshakable, broken–terrified, hollowed out by helplessness.

The flatline tone–a cold, unyielding hammer–beats against every nerve.

And yet… no change.

No heartbeat.

No signal that she’s coming back.Just…

A flatline…

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