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The moment Adeline turns toward the exit, the ICU doors burst open with the force of someone sprinting through their worst nightmare. The surgeon appears, breathless, sweat clinging to his brow, the chart still clutched in his fist like he’s afraid to drop it because dropping anything right now might mean someone’s life slipping through his hands.

“Mr. Corey!” he calls, voice shaking with urgency. “You need to sign another consent form immediately—we can’t proceed ...