The Surgeon's Scars: Running From My Past

sheets now, turning the stat

" Damon

ll turnout gear-helmets, tanks, coats. Fifty pounds of extr

knees, retching. "He's... he's a mach

hatever he is, his file is a black hole. Heard he

wasn't even breathing hard. His military training kicke

e would think about Campbell touching his arm. He would thi

them. "If you can't carry your own weig

. They gritted th

t except for the sound of heavy breathing

started hitting the hea

. Why did

Why didn't

t. I mi

led ominously. His knuckles, already

holding a water bottle. "C

ulder. He took the water and downe

KLANG-

m blared. The li

Structure Fire. Third A

rture in them vanished, repl

sliding down the pole

roduced herself to the team, keeping it brief and professional. She declined the lunch in

alled out. "Incoming. Multi-ca

d her pen.

e and burnt flesh wafted in. Adria's pulse remained st

ticed ease. As she stripped off her gloves, she he

ptain at 19 is insane. He went back i

The number sounded familia

comin

d transport until the fire wa

ghter with a death wish

left forearm was throbbing with a sickenin

aid, looking at the swellin

Damon grunted, sweat drippi

ital," Perry insisted. "O

ut the pain was blindi

d. It's the clos

e. Nanxi A

ambulance turned the corner. The

med, had a s

said, a grim smile