The double doors of the waiting room swung open. Maya Khan stepped out, pulling her surgical cap off. She looked exhausted, sweat matting her hairline.
Victoria and Isabella shot to their feet, bracing for the worst.
“It’s over,” Maya said, a tired smile breaking through. “The transplant was a success.”
Isabella let out a sob of relief, collapsing back onto the sofa.
“Malcolm is stable,” Maya continued. “His body is already processing toxins. The immediate danger is passed.” She turned her gaze to Victoria, her expression sobering slightly. “William is stable too, but it was close. His heart stopped for thirty seconds on the table. He is incredibly weak, Victoria. The recovery is going to be harder for the donor than the recipient.”
Victoria didn’t care about the recovery time. She cared that the line on the monitor was moving. “Can I see him?”
“Give them an hour,” Maya nodded. “But yes. You can see them both.”