Publisher's Synopsis
In OR Ten, the rhythm had stopped. A straight, neon green line threaded across the black screen of the cardiac monitor; a red light flashed insistently, but the alarm remained silent, a red X covered that icon. The only person in the room without a mask covering his face, the anesthesiologist, Dr. Ramsey Pate called out the time and turned off the monitor. Mary Beth Owens held a basin over the patient while the surgeon placed a fist sized mass into an icy bath. As she turned away from the surgical field, Mary Beth's eyes remained locked on the burden she cradled in her hands
