Brain-Dead Husband's Last Hope Denied

The collision occurred in a flash; Matias leapt forward to protect me, only to be struck and hurled aside by an oncoming truck.

He was immediately taken to surgery. I, however, sat calmly, engrossed in a mobile game as if nothing had happened.

Shortly after, Odette Hewitt, the doctor overseeing my husband's care, burst through the doors, her face etched with urgency.

"Dr. Scott, your husband has no brain function! You're our only hope; please, come quickly!"

Her words pierced the quiet like a knife, her eyes pleading with me.

After all, I was the sole physician in the region who had successfully treated a patient with no brain activity.

Without looking up from my phone, I responded coolly, "As the patient is my spouse, hospital policy prevents me from conducting the operation."

My mother-in-law fell to the floor before me, repeatedly touching her head to the ground as she begged.

"Verena, I implore you, help Matias! He's in this state because he tried to protect you!"

I avoided her shaking hands, showing her my swollen right wrist, a faint, cynical smile on my face.

"Regrettably, I accidentally damaged my wrist tendon today. I'm unable to hold surgical instruments now."