**Chapter 6: Deteriorating Condition**

The machines surrounding my hospital bed began to beep more rapidly, their insistent tone a stark contrast to the calm atmosphere that had filled the room just moments before. 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 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. "BP's dropping," she said, her voice firm. "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. But despite their efforts, I could feel myself slipping away. My body was going into hypovolemic shock, and I could sense the panic rising in the room. The doctor's voice grew louder, more insistent. "We need to get her into 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 cold sweat broke out on my forehead, and my vision began to tunnel. I was vaguely aware of Lucas's terrified face beside me, his eyes filled with fear and helplessness. 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. I knew I was in trouble, and I knew I was running out of time. The machines surrounding my bed continued to beep, their insistent tone growing louder and more urgent. I felt my heart rate slowing, my breathing growing shallow. I was slipping away, and I knew it. Lucas's voice was the last thing I heard, his words a desperate plea for me to stay with him. But I was powerless to respond, lost in a sea of chaos and pain.