Dear Ex Wife Please take me back (Athena and Alex) novel Chapter 186

ATHENA

I make the incision.

It’s clean and deep enough to expose the heart’s edge, but not enough to cause trauma.

The nurses around me monitor the vitals, their faces masked but tense. No one dares to breathe louder than me.

I carefully expose the heart that's still beating. Barely, but still holding on.

The regeneration serum is ready. My parents had been testing and perfecting it because of certain unstable reactions and near-fatal consequences. It wasn’t safe for regular people. But Alex isn’t regular.

He’s never been.

“Dose?” I ask.

“0.8 ml, as calculated based on his weight and cardiac rhythm.”

“Prep the syringe.”

The metallic click echoes louder than it should. A part of me wishes I could stop time right now. Just keep him like this alive and still reachable.

But hope alone won’t restart a failing heart.

I take the needle and steady my breath as I insert it directly into the myocardium.

A split second of silence follows.

My heart pounds louder and louder, and we wait for a reaction.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

Thud. Thud thud. My heart beats as I keep my eyes on him without blinking. Everyone in this room knows what we're doing is risky.

They're all silent as we wait.

Then the monitors beep…

Beep.

Beep. Beep.

The beat quickens.

I exhale in relief.

“Looks good. Let’s-” Before I can get the words out of my mouth,

Everything explodes.

Alarms scream.

His heart rate spikes violently, pounding too fast and too hard. His blood pressure drops like an elevator cut from its cables.

“Code red! BP is falling! He’s seizing!”

“No, no, no!” I tighten my grip on the syringe and step back as his chest rises unnaturally.

He begins to jerk.

I grab the paddles.

“Charge to 150!”

I press them to his chest.

“Clear!”

Thump.

Nothing.

“200. Now!”

“Clear!”

Thump.

Flatline.

A long, high-pitched scream pierces the room.

“No…” I whisper, my fingers trembling now. “No. Come on, don't fight it, Alex.”

My mind races. He shouldn’t be reacting like this.

The formula is pure, we double checked, the dose is correct. But his body is reacting as if it’s rejecting it.

Not medically.

Instinctively.

Like his soul is refusing to be saved.

“He’s coding! This drug’s not working! We need to call the seniors!”

“No,” I whisper. “His body’s not the problem. He is.”

“Dr. Athena now’s not the time to play hero. He will die at this rate, and I won't go to jail just because you're too stubborn!” Mathew yells at me.

He rushes out, but the moment he does, I close the door.

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