Chapter 490 490

Chapter 490 490
Blake listened, his mind wandering. After what happened tonight, it was clear Elena had real feelings for Damon. She seemed even more on edge than when she was in danger herself.
Elena didn't waste a second. She drove straight to the hospital where Damon had been taken. It was close by, just a quick five-minute ride. When she arrived, Desmond was pacing back and forth in front of the operating room. The moment he spotted Elena, a wave of relief washed over him.
"Elena!"
"How is he?"
Desmond looked stricken with guilt. "Damon was shot. The bullet's really close to his heart. They're operating on him now. This is all my fault. If it hadn't been for me, he wouldn't have gotten hurt."
It had all happened so fast. Desmond knew he had slowed them down, and Damon had taken the bullet protecting him.
Elena didn't say anything. She just strode right toward the operating room. The door was locked from the inside, impossible to open without access, but Elena fiddled with the control panel for a moment. There was a click, and the door swung open.
She walked in, hit immediately by the sharp smell of blood and disinfectant. Instead of heading straight into the main operating room, she ducked into the prep area and quickly changed into sterile scrubs.
Inside, the operating table was surrounded by doctors and nurses. Every top specialist in the hospital was there. Damon lay on the table, his face drained of all color, barely conscious. His left chest was torn and bloody. If not for the faint movement of his breathing, you'd think he was already gone.
That cursed bullet looked like a dark omen, wedged dangerously close to his heart. The tissue around the wound was swollen and delicate. Even the slightest mistake could set off a disaster.
“Dr. Louis, this... what do we do?" A young doctor stared at the wound, sweat trickling down his forehead. The bullet was like a ticking time bomb, just millimeters from Damon's fragile, beating heart. The tension in the room was suffocating.
Dr. Louis, the most experienced surgeon in the hospital, looked grim. This case was as tough as they came. But the man on the table wasn't just anyone. If they lost him, none of them would escape the consequences.
"Everyone, get ready. We have to operate now."
No matter how impossible it seemed, they had to try.
"I'll do it."
A clear, steady voice cut through the chaos. Everyone turned. Aiden, already in his scrubs, breathed in relief. It was Elena. He looked at her like she was a miracle. Finally, someone he could trust.
These doctors had been standing there, hesitating, unsure what to do. Now that Elena was here, Aiden could finally breathe.
"You? Get in here?" A young female doctor, Emily, shot Elena a glare annoyed at her sudden appearance.
Elena didn't bother answering. She walked straight over and spoke again, calm and certain. "I'll take the surgery."
“You're not even from this hospital. Where did you come from? Leave, you're in our way,” Emily snapped again.
Aiden interrupted. "She's Mr. Clifford's fiancée. I'm authorizing her to lead the surgery."
Elena was the legendary Miracle Hands. Was there any operation she couldn't handle?
When Emily heard Elena was Damon's fiancée, her glare sharpened. "She looks so young. Is she even out of med school? She thinks she can do this?"
But inside, Emily was reeling. Mr. Clifford has a fiancée? Seriously? That can't be true.
Damon was a shareholder here. He'd visited plenty of times, and the young doctors and nurses all adored him.