Ethan's heart would have time.
That was all we needed.
Time.
At 9:18 in the morning I left the operating room.Medical services and facilities
It had been more than seven hours.
Richard and Claire got up right away.
Marcus too.
“He’s alive,” I said.
Claire took both hands to her mouth.
Richard closed his eyes.
But it is still critical.
The joy quickly disappeared.
—We had to connect it to extracorporeal support. The next forty-eight hours will be decisive.
Claire nodded.
Thank you.
“Not yet.
What?
Thank me when I walk out of here.
Ethan walked out of intensive care twelve days later.
It was not easy.
She had a fever.
Transient renal impairment.
A severe inflammatory reaction that probably would have been milder with the blisters that Vanessa destroyed.
For one night we were about to lose it.
But he survived.
And while Ethan was struggling to live, the airline struggled to survive its own crisis.
