. Annabella pulled an oversized, beige trench coat tightly around her shoulders, trying to

hing nurses. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. No

sed her hands flat against the cold laminate counter t

flicked up, then quickly darted away. "Uh, she's not down he

h muscles tightened. "Did they pump her

lowered her voice. "Ma'am, the patient ingested four ov

n burned her cheeks. She let out a short, dry laugh, turned

r. The hallway was lined with thick, sound-absorbi

ss wall were half-open. She stopped in the shadows of the hallway, her vi

er cheeks were flushed and pink. There were no IV lines. There was

hands trapped between his own. His shoulders were hunched for

ll down her cheek. She touched her collarbone with her fr

luffing the pillows and adjusting her position with

102 degrees last winter. Ethan hadn't even come home. He had his

inside of her cheek. The metallic taste of blood flood

est. As she did, her eyes shifted. She looked straight pa

locked onto

ie's lips. She buried her face deeper into

red his head and pressed a long, lin

minutes ago, she wanted to kick this door open and scream

shing that door open meant breathing the same air

m the glass. The sharp heel of her shoe clicked lo

thing,his head snapped up. He looked toward

y, looking through the glass straight into his eyes. There was

tightened. He instinctively tried

ned whimper. She clutched his shirt, p

He chose to stay on the bed. He glared at Annabella through th

. The corner of her mou

trench coat off her shoulders and shoved it

loor numbers tick down. Five years of her life, five

ne from her purse. She opened her contacts, found Ethan