Miguel POV
The heart monitor's steady beeping echoed in the sterile quiet of the OR.
Dr. Chen's brow was furrowed, her gloved hands hovering above Diego's skull. His vitals had stabilized, but the unnatural dual heartbeat still flickered on the screen.
"Something's still wrong," she said, her voice calm but tense. "That second implant—it's not fully deactivated. There's a residual charge coming from the nerve bundle."
Dr. Kumar adjusted the sedation levels. "BP holding steady... but the electrical interference is active again. We have a window, but it's closing."
Chen nodded. "We need a controlled electromagnetic pulse—targeted. Prep the micro-coil generator."
The surgical nurse handed over the small, cylindrical device.
I watched, frozen on the other side of the glass, every muscle locked in place.
Dr. Chen glanced up at the gallery.
"This procedure is experimental," she warned. "If the EMP disrupts the wrong cluster—"