Maya's POV
"No!" I scream as the monitor flatlines. "No, no, no!"
A nurse pushes me back. "Ma'am, you need to leave. Now."
"That's my daughter!" I fight to stay. "I'm not leaving her!"
Ethan pulls me away from the door. Holds me while I collapse. "Let them work. Let them save her."
Through the window, I watch doctors swarm around Hope. Tiny chest compressions. Breathing tube. Injections. Shouting orders I can't hear.
The monitor stays flat. That horrible steady beep.
"She's dead," I sob. "My baby is dead."
"She's not dead until they say she is," Ethan says fiercely. "Hope is fighting. Watch."
I watch through my tears. Watch them work. Watch them try everything.
One minute passes. Two minutes. Three.
The monitor stays flat.
"They're going to give up," I whisper. "They're going to stop trying."
"No, they won't," Derek says. He's pressed against the window beside me. "They won't give up on her."
Four minutes. Five minutes.
