“Mr. Ford, this surgery will take quite a while. Why don’t you and this young lady wait in the lounge? Once it’s over, I’ll come and let you know.”
“That won’t be necessary. I’ll stay right here.”
Landon refused without a moment’s hesitation.
At first, when he’d called Zephyr, it was just out of curiosity. He wanted to see what Zinnia was like when she performed surgery.
Now that he’d seen her—even from a distance—he felt an inexplicable urge to stay. He wanted to be here for her, even if all he could do was stand quietly on the other side of the glass. Somehow, just being present felt like he was fighting alongside her.
He couldn’t explain his own behavior, but deep down, he wasn’t ready to walk away.
“Graft attached to the root of the aorta.”
“Pause the heart-lung machine.”
“Aortic arch reconstruction.”
“Multiple branch reconstruction.”
“….”
Zinnia’s voice filtered out from the operating room every so often, calm and steady, never showing the slightest sign of fatigue.
Her tone was gentle, yet carried a quiet strength that made everyone listening feel at ease.
Landon lost all sense of time as he stood there. Somehow, just standing—doing nothing at all—made him feel as if he could shoulder some of Zinnia’s exhaustion.
The minutes ticked by. One hour. Two hours.
Five hours passed.
“Heartbeat restored. We can discontinue bypass.”
“Zeke, once you’re sure the suture line is secure and there’s no bleeding, you can finish the closing.”

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