Guilty By Appearance
The lines went completely off the normal charts, turning into a massive, frantic mountain of cardiac panic.
"This," Dr. Aris said, his voice echoing loudly in the quiet room. "This is the moment."
I looked across the room at Blake. He had stopped breathing. His dark eyes were locked onto the television screen, staring at the jagged red lines of the graph.
"At exactly 11:42 PM," Dr. Aris said, reading the time stamped at the bottom of the screen. "Scarlet Ford’s pacemaker recorded a catastrophic cardiac event. Her heart rate violently shot up from 80 beats per minute to an incredibly dangerous 190 beats per minute in less than five seconds."