For a full eleven hours that we were in the room, teamwork and communication were never broken despite being in a complex and stressful, environment, especially given the circumstances. For eleven hours, every single professional inside that room was working against time to do everything we could for our patient. We suppressed physical exhaustion from the endless walking and standing. We suppressed the emotional burden of personally knowing our patient. We worked so hard because we knew that our patient was enduring more than whatever physical and emotional exhaustion we felt at that moment. On that day, we had one goal - to keep this patient alive no matter what because she was our friend, coworker, and a member of our family. We never wavered in our goal. There were moments when we were silently asking for a miracle. When we called for the vascular surgeon and interventional radiologist to come and help us, he instructed us on what he needed to be opened on the sterile field. Before I hung up, I asked him if there was anything else he needed. He replied, “Pray.” I told him that we were already doing that. When the surgeons finally controlled the bleeding, we transfused sixteen bags of blood to keep her hemodynamically stable throughout the procedures. We never stopped transfusing blood until the surgeons closed the incision sites. We transferred her to the postoperative care unit with a heavy heart because we knew what she had been through and what she was facing ahead. We knew that it was going to be a lengthy and difficult recovery for her. From the operating room standpoint, we described that day as a success. But in reality, it was certainly an unforgettable day. It will be with us for a long time.