**Chapter 5: Rush to the Room**

The computer at the front desk suddenly spoke up, its voice clear and urgent. "Room 304, critical condition. Nurses, please report to room 304 immediately." The words sent a ripple of activity through the hospital, and I could hear the sound of footsteps echoing outside my room, growing louder with each passing second. I lay in my hospital bed, my heart racing as the machine beeping loudly beside me seemed to grow more insistent. Lucas's grip on my hand tightened as he turned to face the door, his eyes fixed on the nurses rushing towards us. His face was etched with concern, and I could sense his anxiety. The nurse who had been checking my IV earlier was the first to burst into the room, followed closely by another nurse and a doctor. They moved with a sense of urgency, their faces set in determined expressions. The room was suddenly filled with the sound of rustling scrubs, beeping machines, and urgent voices. The nurse quickly assessed the situation, her eyes scanning the monitors and my body. "What's happening?" Lucas asked, his voice shaking with concern. The nurse didn't hesitate. "We need to get her vitals stable, now." She turned to the other nurse. "Get the crash cart ready, just in case." The doctor quickly moved to my side, checking my airway and making sure my oxygen levels were stable. I could feel his hands moving quickly and precisely, checking my vitals and assessing my condition. The nurse attached a blood pressure cuff to my arm, and I felt a surge of pain as they inserted a needle into my vein. As the medical team sprang into action, I felt my body begin to shut down. My vision started to blur, and my heart rate accelerated. I tried to speak, but my voice was barely a whisper. Lucas's face contorted in fear as he leaned in close. "Dorothy, stay with me," he whispered, his voice desperate. The doctor and nurses worked quickly, their movements a blur as they tried to stabilize my condition. I could feel their hands moving quickly and precisely, administering medication and using equipment to try and control the situation. The room was chaotic, with machines beeping and nurses shouting, but Lucas's voice was the only one that I could make out. "Lucas, I need you to step back," the doctor said gently, but firmly. Lucas hesitated, his eyes locked on mine, before slowly backing away. I could sense his fear and anxiety, but I couldn't respond. I was losing control, and I knew it. The doctor's voice grew louder, more insistent. "We need to get her into hypovolemic shock protocol, now." The nurses quickly moved to administer medication, and I felt a surge of adrenaline as my body responded. But it was too late. My body started to shut down, and I felt myself being pulled under. I tried to fight, but it was no use. A seizure took hold of my body, and I was vaguely aware of Lucas's terrified face beside me. The doctor and nurses were shouting, their voices urgent, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. All I could feel was the overwhelming sensation of my body shutting down, and the fear that gripped Lucas's heart. The world around me went dark, and I was lost in a sea of chaos and pain. Lucas's voice was the last thing I heard, his words a desperate plea for me to stay with him. But I was slipping away, and I knew it.