uits stood at every corner, checking badges and scanning faces. T
ing behind her with a stack of charts. Sh
tal bed, her skin as white as the sheets
her voice thin and reedy. "This place
y, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Th
ped inside. "Good morning, M
ating gleam that vanished as soon as it appeared. She looked K
sten asked, pouting sligh
here," Jack said, his tone leaving no room for ar
s Lindsey, I need to perform a neu
er penlight. "Fo
her gaze fixed on Jack, her hand gripping his tight
ht here,
d Kristen's knee with the hammer. The leg kick
eem to notice the tension in the room, or the way Kristen clun
d by her hands. They were
ley said, making a note on her chart. "The tumor is p
d with tears. "Am I
at Kailey. "I'm paying for the b
d, not looking up from her chart. "I can't guarantee a
arm. "I'll have the surgical plan ready by
ed. "Mr. Velasquez, my office. Nine AM tom
leaving Jack s
. She tugged on Jack's sleeve, her face cr
es she even care if I live or die? She looks
a doctor, Kristen.
ed, her voice rising. "What if she hates me beca
ed the tension either, but he had at
aid firmly. "And she works for
his cuffs. "Get some re
isfied smile spreading across her f
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