"In that cold room, my will to live, to return stood strong"
Whereas, in a large operating room, Estelle was battling for her life. The room was silent apart from the steady beeping of the monitor and the hum of other machines. Fluorescent lights cast a harsh glow on the sterile white walls and the team of surgeons and nurses clad in scrubs, masks, and gloves. Dr. Matthew Lean, the lead surgeon, stood at the head of the operating table, right above Estelle who lay unconscious, her face pale and serene, almost as if in peaceful sleep apart from the huge cut on her forehead and reddened face. They had just finished the delicate process of removing the two-week-old embryo. The embryo, barely the size of a poppy seed, lay in a tiny petri dish on a table beside the doctor. It had just complete
