Life and Death

Life and Death
The helicopter's blades slowed to a torturous grind, and the sudden silence on the rooftop was more unnerving than the roar, Isaac knelt next to the gurney on the chilly concrete, his entire universe diminished to the one horrifying image of the blood blooming across Evelyn's white gown, He disregarded Vivienne's squirming body and the pilot's frantic cries,
Evelyn Take a look at me, my dear, "Open your eyes, " Isaac tenderly lifts Evelyn from the stained sheet and holds her in his arms,
Evelyn's eyes were wide as she screamed, "The baby, Isaac, the baby," the sedative fighting the shock,
"Just breathe and stop talking, " Isaac pleads, "Stay with me," his voice raspy with terror, weakness shattering his once, dominant aura, When he pressed on the cut, just below her ribcage, her blood was hot, slippery, and dripping through his fingers,
"Did she, did she hit the child?" There was hardly a breath in Evelyn's voice,
Isaac lied, but he couldn't be positive, saying, "No she hit the edge it’s high, dove, it’s high, " "Evelyn, you are not strong enough for this, You must fight; would you dare abandon me? The rain that was starting to fall blended with his tears,
Once more, the service door flew open, letting in a swarm of police and medical personnel under the direction of a fatigued Marcus, The terrible silence was broken by the frantic sound of urgent voices and racing feet, Marcus quickly tackled Dominic Crane, brutally effectively securing the assassin,
The gurney was overrun by the medical staff, The ruined gown was torn away, and they worked quickly and furiously to stabilize Evelyn,
Significant blood loss she need an urgent section and a blood transfusion, As a senior medic attached an oxygen mask and yelled commands via a radio, he said, "Get her to OR one, now, " In a swirl of movement, the gurney vanishes back through the access door as they hurry her into surgery,
Isaac staggered out of the scene, his shirt and hands drenched in Evelyn's blood, He discovered the presumably motionless body of Vivienne leaning against a low wall, with the abandoned silver revolver serving as a sobering reminder of her transgression, Beside her, Isaac kneels on the rooftop, his eyes blazing with icy retaliation,
Isaac muttered, "Vivienne," a cursed name, Her eyes open in a last, derisive flash of consciousness as the rain starts to pour more heavily,
With her scrubs ripped, Vivienne lay gasping and broken, gazing up at the rain, soaked, and lowering sky, Scratched and wounded from the tussle, her face held a bittersweet victory,
"Mother, you failed, You lost the business, The son was lost, Isaac looks down at Vivienne and murmurs, "You lost the heir, " His voice is emotionless and monotone,
"The business is now meaningless, That kid is corrupt, With a thin, crimson line running along her chin, Vivienne rasped, "You are tainted, " Her final, poisonous statement was delivered with the last of her breath,
"Isaac, you will never be able to forgive yourself for not firing that shot sooner, Her lips twitched in a vicious sneer as she murmured, "You always held back, " "No, I strengthened you, I made you become into the murderer your father was never, You are now aware of the cost of power,
"The price of power is justice," Isaac said, his eyes piercing, "And you will pay it, " But Vivienne's eyes went glassy as the first policeman hurried closer to them, With the twisted smile still plastered on her face, a hideous sign of triumph, she let out one last, furious breath, Her legacy is enshrined in failure and blood, and she passes away with a warped smile,
The hours that followed were a painful haze of sterile odors, white lights, and the deafening silence of the operating room, The drying blood on Isaac's hands serves as a painful memory as he sits in a corner chair outside the surgery room, The rich magnate was reduced to a shaky vigil as he remained still, barely breathing, and holding his head in his hands,
Marcus sat next to him in silence, his jaw already swollen from Dominic's strike, Dominic was waiting to be transferred after being secured, Marcus put a big, comforting hand on his shoulder,
Isaac, Everything is in the hands of the cops, Crane is speaking, Everything is there: the wiretaps, the nurse, the adoption petition, Legally or otherwise, she will not touch the infant, It's finished,
Isaac didn't raise his head, Marcus, she shot her, The only thing that ever mattered was shot by her,
"The first assassin didn't kill her, She made it through the frame, up, "She guided us here," Marcus stated firmly, "She is powerful, Your daughter is standing up for her, She will persevere, She always does,
"But Marcus, at what cost? How much does it cost? When Isaac did look up, his eyes were damaged and empty, "I was unable to keep her safe, I let them both down,
The tension was broken by an abrupt, startling movement, The surgery room's hefty double doors flew open, A surgeon emerged wearing thick crimson, stained green scrubs, She appeared completely worn out,
"Mr, Blackwell?" The physician came up and took off her mask, She was their well, known obstetrician, Dr, Chen, who had been anticipating this,
Unable to utter a single word, Isaac leaped to his feet, his heart thumping against his ribs,
"A lot of blood was lost, "Thank God the bullet didn't hit the baby directly," the doctor said, speaking clearly but rapidly, "An emergency C, section had to be done, It was their only chance to be saved,
Isaac's knuckles were white as he held her arm, "The baby, is the baby alive?"
The doctor smiled, a feeble, weary one, "Despite her diminutive size, the baby girl is a warrior, She's in the neonatal unit right now, The infant is alive, Her face hardened instantly, But the injury was serious, There is significant internal damage, Evelyn is essential, Although she has stabilized, she is still in danger,
The mother who battled so valiantly to survive is in danger, but the Blackwell successor is here, Will Evelyn live long enough to meet her kid and live the tranquil life she and Isaac so dearly sought?