The Art Of The UnderDog

Chapter 12

Hours had passed since Tyler’s conversation with Doctor Jason, and now the doctor had arrived in the country during the early hours of the night. Without a moment's hesitation, he plunged into the crucial surgery. Tyler, filled with anxiety and worry, paced outside the intensive care unit, beads of sweat adorning his furrowed brow. His hands flailed about in a frenzy, mirroring the tumultuous thoughts racing through his mind.

Beside him stood Fiorenzo, a steadfast presence, accompanied by two other guards. The clock neared nine in the evening, and the operation was still underway, shrouded in a veil of uncertainty and suspense. The air was thick with tension, each passing minute seeming to stretch into an eternity.

Desperate for answers, Tyler's sense of urgency propelled him toward a nurse who emerged from the room. His hands reached out, palms upturned, as if pleading for a glimpse into the current situation. "Please, what's going on?" he implored, his voice tinged with desperation.