The adrenaline of childbirth was still coursing through Sandra’s veins when the atmosphere curdled. It happened in the span of a heartbeat. One nurse, checking the digital chart at the bedside, paused. She looked at the screen, then at Jake, then back at the screen.
She whispered to the lead doctor, who immediately stopped stitching and looked up, his expression shifting from clinical focus to sharp alertness.
“Sir,” the doctor said, his voice dropping an octave into a forced, professional calm. “We need you to step outside for a moment. There’s a discrepancy with the admission paperwork that requires the registrar’s immediate attention.”
Jake blinked, his hand still hovering near Sandra’s shoulder. “Now? Can’t it wait? She just—the baby just got here.”
“Now, please,” the doctor repeated. This time, it wasn’t a request. Two security guards, who seemed to have materialized out of the hallway shadows, stood by the door.
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