**Chapter 12: Doctor's Orders**

The doctor's voice came through the phone, clear and authoritative, as he gave his orders to the nurses. "We need to get her on oxygen, stat, and let's get an ECG reading. We need to monitor her heart activity closely. Administer 500cc of saline solution and prepare for a possible intubation." The nurses quickly sprang into action, their movements swift and efficient. They worked together seamlessly, like a well-oiled machine, as they struggled to stabilize my condition. The tall, blonde nurse who had spoken to Lucas earlier turned to her colleague, a petite woman with dark hair, and nodded. "Let's get the oxygen tank ready and prep the ECG machine." The petite nurse quickly moved to administer the medication, while another nurse expertly adjusted the settings on the machines surrounding my bed. Lucas watched in awe, his fear momentarily replaced by admiration for the medical team's expertise. As the nurses worked, they communicated clearly and concisely, their voices calm and professional. They were the epitome of competence, and Lucas felt a sense of relief wash over him, knowing that I was in good hands. The doctor on call continued to give instructions, his voice guiding the nurses as they worked to implement the treatment plan. "Let's get a blood pressure reading and check her oxygen levels. We need to keep a close eye on her vital signs." The nurses moved with precision, their movements swift and efficient. They were the ones who were going to save my life, and Lucas knew it. He watched, helpless and scared, as the medical team worked to stabilize my condition. The machines beeped on, their insistent tone a reminder of the fragility of life. But in the midst of the chaos, the nurses remained calm and focused, their expertise and training guiding them as they worked to stabilize my condition. As the minutes ticked by, Lucas's anxiety grew. He couldn't bear the thought of losing me, and he felt a sense of desperation wash over him. He reached out and took my hand, holding it tightly as if willing me to come back to him. The doctor on call's voice came through the phone again, his tone calm and reassuring. "We're going to get her through this, Lucas. The nurses are doing a great job. Just stay calm and hold on." Lucas nodded, even though the doctor couldn't see him. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, knowing that he had to be strong for me. He looked up at the nurses, who were working tirelessly to save my life. One of the nurses caught his eye and gave him a reassuring smile. "We're doing everything we can, Lucas. We'll get her through this." Lucas nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards the nurse. He knew that I was in good hands, and that gave him the strength to hold on to hope. He squeezed my hand tightly, willing me to come back to him. As the medical team continued to work, Lucas could see the determination in their eyes. They were going to save my life, no matter what it took. And Lucas was going to hold on to hope, no matter what happened next.