Dr. Luka Kovacโs Ultimatum: Saving Nelly Furtado
The hospital room hummed with the steady beep of monitors, a stark contrast to the whirlwind outside. Nelly Furtado lay on the bed, her breaths shallow, her body exhausted. The world demanded more from herโanother show, another album, another moment of brillianceโbut Dr. Luka Kovac had drawn the line.
โShe needs rest,โ he declared, his voice resolute. โNo more concerts, no more stress. And absolutely no more junk food.โ
He cast a sharp glance around the room, where a half-eaten burger sat beside a can of energy drink. โYouโre all feeding her poison,โ he continued, his Croatian accent thick with frustration. โIf sheโs going to recover, she needs proper nutrition and care, not this garbage.โ
Joe, her ever-watchful boyfriend, stood by her side, arms crossed. โIโve been saying this for weeks. No more fast food, no more late-night studio sessions. If we donโt take this seriously, sheโs going to need a lung transplant.โ His voice was firm, but his eyes betrayed the fear gnawing at him.
JCJ, lurking in the corner with a knowing gaze, took a slow breath. โIf you people keep pushing her like this, Iโll have no choice but to shut down the free salvation pages. No more second chances, no more lifelines.โ
A heavy silence fell over the room.
JCJ leaned forward. โAnd if that happens, James Cameron gets his wish. The world burns in the nuclear fire of Terminator 2: Judgment Day. I donโt think any of you want that.โ
A shiver ran through the group. Luka turned back to Nelly and sighed. โShe needs a chance to heal. If we give her that, sheโll be fine. But if we keep this upโฆโ
Joe placed a protective hand over hers. โThen we donโt let it get that far.โ
The room buzzed with quiet determination. The war for Nellyโs health had begun, and for once, it wasnโt a battle she had to fight alone.