Chapter 22

An entire night passed before the light above the operating room finally went off. "Family of Mr. Connor Larsen?" the doctor called out as he stepped out, holding a thick stack of medical reports. His gown was soaked with dark red blood, the stains glaring and grim. "I'm here… Doctor, how is he?" Holly stood up shakily, her face absolutely ashen, her voice trembling. "The prognosis is grim. He has multiple comminuted fractures. A ruptured spleen caused massive internal bleeding. We had to transfuse more than 50 ounces of blood during surgery. The most critical injury is a piece of truck debris that had pierced his abdomen. "What made it worse is that he has a blood clotting disorder. So, the suturing is extremely difficult. And… the deadliest issue is actually his heart. We found a tumor that is about an inch lodged in a highly dangerous area. "If we try to remove it, it'll be fatal. His only hope would be a heart transplant." The doctor frowned at the surgical records in his ha