Chapter 6 - The Emergency Flight
Thirty minutes later, the private Whitmore medical helicopter lifted off from the rooftop helipad of the Waldorf Astoria, cutting a sharp line through the midnight sky above Manhattan.
Inside the pressurized cabin, the hum of the turbofan engines was punctuated by the frantic beeps of heart monitors and intravenous infusion pumps. Sarah lay strapped to a specialized medical cot, an oxygen mask over her face, while two elite trauma surgeons worked furiously to stem the internal bleeding caused by a stab wound she had sustained two nights prior during her escape.
Evelyn sat beside the cot, holding her daughter’s cold, limp hand in both of hers. On the opposite bench, little Lily was wrapped in a warm wool blanket, sipping hot cocoa provided by the flight medic, her large brown eyes wide as she watched the flashing instruments.
“She’s stabilizing, Mrs. Whitmore,” lead surgeon Dr. Hayes said, looking up from the monitors with a reassuring nod. “We’ll have her in the private ICU at Mount Sinai within eight minutes. The blood loss was severe, but she’s a fighter.”
Evelyn let out a long, shuddering breath she felt like she had been holding for ten agonizing years. She turned her gaze toward Lily, scooting across the cabin floor to pull the little girl into a gentle, protective hug.
“You’re safe now, my sweet girl,” Evelyn whispered, kissing the top of Lily’s messy hair. “You’ll never have to sleep in the cold again. You have a home, a family, and a grandmother who will move heaven and earth to protect you.”
“Is mommy going to be okay?” Lily asked, her lower lip trembling.
“She’s going to be just fine,” Evelyn promised, though her eyes hardened as she looked out the cabin window toward the glittering skyline of Manhattan below.
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They were about to find out just how wrong they were.
