One night, at the end of her shift, a nurse ran in. “Doctor, we have an emergency! An older man suffered cardiac arrest upon arrival”. Keisha ran to the emergency room, preparing for surgery.

They gave him the medical history. Reading the patient’s name, his hands froze: Richard Morgan -.

For a moment, he couldn’t breathe. Memories flooded her: the dusty street, her mother’s tears, the humiliation in that supermarket. The man who once despised her now lay before her, helpless.

“Doctor?” the nurse asked, confused by Keisha’s silence.

Keisha took a deep breath. “Prepare for surgery”, he said firmly. “We are saving him”.

Hours passed. Sweat ran down his neck as he worked. The situation was critical: multiple obstructions, unstable heart rhythm. But he refused to give up. «He’s going to live», he whispered under the mask, almost like a prayer.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the monitor beeped steadily. Richard’s heart beat again. Keisha closed her eyes, feeling immense relief.

When Richard woke up the next morning, he looked at the ceiling, confused and weak. Keisha was at her bedside, calm and professional.

“Everything’s going to be okay, Mr. Morgan”, he said quietly.