The bright lights of the operating room hum steadily. He’s scrubbing in, his mind replaying last night’s shouting match, her voice echoing in his head like a heartbeat. They both agreed: the divorce papers would be signed next week. He couldn’t even look at her this morning. And yet—

He freezes. The name on the chart makes his chest tighten.

It’s her. His wife. On the table. Unconscious. Prepped for surgery. And suddenly, the anger fades, replaced by a single, jarring question: What if she doesn’t make it?