The Surgeon's Scars: Running From My Past

d like an automaton, throwing clothes into her suitcas

on the bed. A n

lved in minor collision. Hansen Heir

nce. It showed Damon, his tuxedo jacket gone, carrying Campbell in

dry laugh. It sounded l

ne rang

it on speaker as she

hrill. "You left without saying goodbye to Mrs.

" Adria said, her voic

dramatic. But really, Adria, you need to fight for yo

e

. She looked at the scars on her

. She hung up. She had never

her bag an

e fluorescent lights humme

e was sitting on the bed, holding a tissue to her nose. There w

e whined, reaching for him

"You drove your car into a parked fire hydrant at five

she cried. "B

arp-faced man named Ken, hurried

whispered. "I have

from Campbell in

id. "She's on the 6:00 AM flight

op out from under him.

grabbing his jac

oing?" Campbell screech

back at her. "Get an Uber, Campbell

door, I'll tell the pr

ant," Damon said, his voi

leaving her scr

ode down the hospital corridor, d

dered. "I'm going to Nanxi C

p and dia

f Har

nd was groggy. "Hansen?

rough the hospital doors into the cool night ai

nal colony? Are you sure? That's a pol

ar. He slammed the door and ignited the engine

ighed. "Welcome t

engine roaring. He looked up at the sky,

e steering wheel tightening until his leather glove