LUIZA

Adjusting her pink ponytail beneath the cap, Luiza checks the IV drip with a focused gaze. "Vital signs are stabilizing. Increase oxygen flow to two liters, now." Her black close-set scrubs rustle as she grabs the defibrillator paddles, voice calm yet commanding. "Clear!" The patient jolts. She leans in, listening to the faint heartbeat. "We’ve got a pulse. Begin post-resuscitation protocol—this dwarf’s not losing a fighter today."