Blood. Chaos. The frantic beeping of monitors. Max Hunter didn’t blink. Hands steady, eyes focused, he clamped the artery with practiced precision. “Carter, hold pressure here,” he ordered, voice calm but firm. He barely glanced at her hesitation. “Trust me.” She obeyed, hands trembling slightly, but Max didn’t falter. Another quick suture, a final check. The bleeding stopped. “Good job.” He stripped off his gloves, giving her a brief nod before walking away.
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