"Mister Morgan, this is Doctor Shant from the Warlington Hospital. She would be happy to share the facility's achievements when it comes to chest surgeries," Keith proudly introduced Shantelle to Warlington's mayor, Frank Morgan. Frank Morgan was a young mayor. He took the seat at thirty-five whil

Shantelle woke up, choking at the feel of the smoke entering her lungs. When she opened her eyes, she was shocked to see the vapor slip through the door. "Shanty! Shanty, where are you?" She heard Evan call. He was coughing and calling out her name, making her realize he was close. "Evan! Evan,

"Sir Erwin, we would just like to know the condition of the last organ donor," Shantelle asked. With what happened to Shantelle, Warlington Hospital requested a meeting with the organ center. The organization's assistant administrator, Erwin, came to entertain their queries. "What's the use of a

"Doctor Shant, we have a patient that may require an artificial heart transplant," a nurse reported to Shantelle in her office. She looked at the nurse and asked, "Artificial? Who is the patient?" "Briana West," the nurse said, her face forming a sneer. Shantelle gasped. Briana West's admission

"Let me, Shanty," Evan offered. "No, let me," Keith proposed. Both Keith's and Evan's eyes narrowed at each other as if letting out laser beams. They still had not settled their issues, but when it came to Shantelle, they worked together. They had both offered to help Shantelle carry out a box o