She wore medical gloves and wielded a scalpel, focused intently on the final stitches.

“\hat time is it?" she inquired, not looking up.

“It's almost eleven," Hyman answered.

“I'll pass. I'll be back soon."

They needed to take shifts monitoring the heart transplant signs of experimental animals.

After completing the operation, she put down her scalpel, exhausted.

“Handle the rest. I'll be back early tomorrow morning."

"Okay. Don't worry. I'll handle this," Hyman said.

Then, Camila removed her coat and took a sip from her water bottle.

She stood there for three hours, feeling the ache in her arms and legs.

After taking a brief break, she left the hospital.

She climbed into the car and let Eagle drive them back home.

When she arrived, Isaac was still out.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

She had been worried he would complain about her late return.

She took a shower and quickly fell into a deep sleep, exhausted.

As she drifted off, she felt an overwhelming pressure on her chest and struggled to breathe.

Hmm...

Camila tried to push against the weight that was pinning her down, but her efforts were futile.

She finally opened her eyes, then, and the first thing she noticed was the faint smell of alcohol in his body.