My voice was calm enough that the hallway went quiet around it.
“Before anyone consents to opening this man’s chest, look at his numbers.
This picture isn’t what they think it is upstairs.
This isn’t a heart that needs a surgeon tonight.
Something is badly wrong with his chemistry, and if they take him to an operating room on the assumption they’ve made, they could lose him on the table for the wrong reason.”
Hywel leaned in toward the clipboard, though he couldn’t read it.