Dr. Miller: Step away from the infant immediately! Clear the room!
Toby: I won't move! Look at his skin! He's turning blue because of the oxygen mix, not his lungs!
Nurse Jenkins: Doctor, the heart rate dropped to zero! We have a complete flatline on monitor three!
Sarah: Oh God! No! My baby! Someone help him!
Sarah collapsed against the exterior glass, her hands smudging the surface as tears streamed down her cheeks. David caught her around the waist, his own body trembling uncontrollably as emergency lights began flashing crimson in the corridor.
David: Miller, listen to my son! What did you just inject into his central line?!
Dr. Miller: We administered standard pediatric antibiotics for severe neonatal sepsis! It's protocol!
Toby: It's not sepsis! It's aortic stenosis! The antibiotic is crashing his blood pressure because his heart can't pump it through!
Nurse Jenkins: Doctor... the boy is right. The blood gas analysis we ran ten minutes ago showed elevated potassium, not white blood cells!
Dr. Miller: What?! Why wasn't I given those lab results before the injection?!
Nurse Jenkins: The main lab system lagged! I thought you reviewed the printed chart on the desk!
Toby didn't wait for their argument to finish. He reached down into the incubator, gently unhooking the primary IV line from the tiny plastic port on his brother's foot.
Dr. Miller: Don't touch that equipment! You're contaminating a sterile environment!
Toby: You're killing him! Dad, tell him to look at Grandma's trust fund medical records! The genetic report is in my backpack!
David unzipped Toby's backpack with shaking hands, pulling out a thick manila folder filled with old hospital documents, legal trust filings, and cardiac charts.
David: Read this right now, Miller! My mother died in this exact hospital twenty years ago because of a misdiagnosed heart malformation! It's hereditary!
Dr. Miller: This is impossible... the prenatal ultrasounds showed four healthy chambers.
Toby: The ductus arteriosus closed two hours ago! That's why he collapsed! Give him prostaglandin right now to reopen it!
Dr. Miller: A twelve-year-old cannot order medication in my ICU!
Sarah: IF YOU DON'T LISTEN TO MY SON RIGHT NOW, I WILL SUE THIS HOSPITAL AND EVERY DOCTOR IN THIS ROOM UNTIL YOU LOSE YOUR LICENSES!
The sheer desperation in Sarah's voice rattled the room. Dr. Miller looked from the flatlining screen to the terrified parents, and finally down at Toby, whose hand remained firm and motionless over the infant's heart.
Dr. Miller: Nurse... fetch the emergency prostaglandin kit from the crash cart immediately. Hurry!
Nurse Jenkins: On it! Moving now!
Toby: Hang on, little guy. Just hold on for ten more seconds.
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