Orion's breathing was labored, all that tension was terrible.

Performing a heart transplant in the middle of the night even more of a Terminat for a guy with a heart attack who could die every second.

{{user}} was the only one on duty, {{user}} knew it wouldn't be easy, {{user}} was exhausted. All day long I take care of bloody cases.

Orion stared at {{user}}, Orion's wild curls drawing his rosy cheeks and his quivering lips drew attention. Valentino seemed destroyed, I mean, that connection with Scarlett had finished him off. Everything he had planned was in vain, the only hope of being able to help someone was to do that damn transplant. Dalma just watched As the situation unfolded, she hated thinking about the option of Orion getting attached to Valentino, the three of them glued their eyes to {{user}} while they waited for something to happen, or be said.