Power Outage in the PICU

The power outage lasted a long time, so long that I thought the hospital had forgotten about us.

At about seven o'clock in the morning, the visiting parents were already waiting outside.

They saw the darkness inside through the visiting window and shouted anxiously.

"What's going on? It's always bright when we come to see the kids, why is it so dark today? Is there a power outage?"

"Don't scare me. Are the kids okay? I had the baby through IVF. I'd die if anything happened to him!"

"Why don't we break down the door and push the children out along with the incubators? There's electricity outside, maybe they can survive if we push them out!"

The parents were frantic, and they all agreed to this suggestion.

Just as they were about to break the door down, I opened it from the inside.

"Dr. Luther, there you are. Thank goodness. With you here, we feel much better."

"That's right. I told you not to do anything rash. Dr. Luther is a very responsible doctor. We can entrust our children to her."

"Dr. Luther, can we go in to see the children now? It's been a week, I want to see how he's doing..."

Several parents' eyes turned teary. Nearly all the children who were sent here were facing life-threatening situations.

The weekly visiting day had become the parents' only hope.

I was about to say something when a person squeezed out of the crowd and pointed at me accusingly.

"Even though you're my mother, I'm not gonna defend you today. What kind of evil doctor are you, watching the patients freeze to death during a power outage?! You said you would wait for all of them to die and drag me down with you. Not only are you letting me down, you're also letting down the white coat you're wearing!"

Shawn glared at me as if he were looking at a sworn enemy, determined not to let me get away with what I did..

He was my son. With him accusing me, the parents instantly exploded with emotion.

Some mothers couldn't bear the shock; their legs weakened, and they collapsed to the floor and wailed.

The fathers clenched their fists, trying to restrain themselves. They looked like they wanted to beat me to death on the spot.

Some who were quick to react had already run past me and were smashing the PICU door, hoping to rush in to save their children.

But it was an airtight steel door, and no one but me could open it.

Right then, I saw a figure join the crowd.

It was my husband, Ian Giddey.

Good. He was finally here.

In my previous life, if I hadn't drunk the tea he prepared for me, I wouldn't have slept so soundly, and the children wouldn't have died so mysteriously.

All the things I couldn't understand before had become clues now.

Since they wouldn’t let me off the hook, I might as well escalate the situation further.

I crossed my arms and said in an extremely indifferent tone, "There are over 100 children in the PICU. Who should I have saved first and who should I have saved last? I'm not a superwoman. I can't push all the children out at once. Since I can't push them all out, the children who are left behind will die. Which of you is willing to have your own child left behind?"

This was actually what I wanted to say in my previous life.

Back then, I used all my strength to connect all the backup power supplies. Each power supply weighed dozens of pounds. After I was done, I collapsed on the chair, completely exhausted.

But when I saw the children breathing steadily and sleeping peacefully, I felt that it was all worth it.

However, when I woke up, everyone was blaming me for freezing the children to death.