(God's POV)

The beeping of the heart monitor was rapid and piercing.

Alexander stared fixedly at the operating table, his hands still frozen in the posture of holding Ava.

Dr. Evans was sweating profusely, the hand holding the hemostat trembling violently. He looked at the wound on Ava's forehead, his pupils dilated with fear.

It wasn't an ordinary impact wound. The blood wasn't clotting; instead, it was boiling in a bizarre way. The edges of the wound were turning ...