Jana POV:
The cold of the operating table seeped through the thin gown, a deep, invasive chill that felt like it was settling in my bones. I was floating, detached, watching the scene from somewhere above my own body. The bright, sterile lights of the operating room were a distant sun.
Dr. Sanchez stood over me, his face a mask of concentration beneath his surgical cap. The scalpel in his hand gleamed. I felt no fear, only a profound weariness. He made the first incision, a clean, red line blooming across my abdomen. It didn't hurt. Nothing hurt anymore.
The monitors beside the table kept a steady, rhythmic beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The sound of a life that was no longer mine.
"Doctor," a young nurse's voice was a nervous whisper. "Her pressure is dropping faster than anticipated."
"It's the anesthesia," Dr. Sanchez snapped, his voice tight with a stress I could feel even from my detached state. The Alpha's orders weighed on him. "Monitor it. Do your job."
The beeping of the monitor hitched, a single, sharp alarm that cut through the room's tension. My heart, the one still beating in the body below, had faltered.
From a speaker on the wall, Axel's voice crackled, distorted and impatient. "What was that? Sanchez, report."
I could see him in my mind's eye, pacing behind the observation glass like a caged predator.
"A minor reaction to the anesthetic, Alpha," Dr. Sanchez lied, his hands never ceasing their work. "It's under control."
He pushed aside layers of tissue, his gloved fingers probing deep into the cavity. Then he stopped. His brow furrowed above his mask. I saw the subtle shift in his posture, the sudden stillness of his hands. He felt it. The wrongness.
He was expecting to find a healthy, firm kidney. Instead, his fingers met only empty space and the rough, scarred texture of old connective tissue. A ghost of an organ.
A single bead of sweat broke free from his hairline and traced a path down his temple. He didn't believe it. He repositioned his hands, exploring from a different angle, his movements becoming more frantic, less precise. The result was the same. Nothing.
His fingers brushed against the internal wall, tracing the unmistakable line of a surgical scar, old and long-healed from the inside. A wound no one had ever seen.
And in that moment of his shocked stillness, the world stopped.
The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was replaced by a single, piercing, unbroken tone. A flatline.
Chaos erupted.
"She's in V-fib! Get the paddles!"
"Push one of epi!"
The speaker crackled to life again, Axel's voice no longer a command, but a roar. "SANCHEZ! WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?"
They pushed down on my chest, the rhythmic thud of their compressions a brutal, useless drumbeat. They shocked my body, making it arch violently off the table, but the long, damning note of the monitor never changed.
"We're losing her," the senior nurse said, her voice trembling with disbelief. "Doctor, it's not working… The pre-op report said she was in perfect health!"
The words "perfect health" seemed to break something in Dr. Sanchez. His head snapped up, his eyes wide with a horrifying realization. He looked from my lifeless body to the monitor, then back again. The perfect report, provided by the Alpha himself. The empty space where a kidney should be. The old scar.
The lie pieced itself together in his eyes.
He knew.
He stumbled back from the table, ignoring the frantic efforts of his team. He was a healer, a man sworn to preserve life, and he had just been made an executioner.
He ripped his mask from his face and staggered toward the intercom on the wall, his movements jerky, uncoordinated.
"Answer me!" Axel's voice boomed from the speaker, laced with a fury that promised death. "What is her status? Kyleigh is waiting for that kidney!"
Dr. Sanchez slammed his palm against the talk button, his whole body shaking. He closed his eyes, took a deep, ragged breath that sounded like a sob, and screamed a truth that would shatter their world.
"She doesn't have a right kidney, you fool!" he howled, his voice raw with grief and rage. "She only has one!"
