efield. Sirens wailed, gurneys clatter

iewing charts, when the door flew open. Tessa

brain injury, acute hernia

nished the sentence. She grabbed her w

-aged man lay on the gurney, his head bandaged, his brea

g as he adjusted the ventilator. "I can't get the ICP down!

ox. It was bad. An epidural hematoma, shifting the midline o

d. "Call anesthesia. Tell

. "Is he going to die? Ple

siness suit pushed past the security guard. The

apped, looking Kailey up and down. "Y

voice level. "Your father is herniat

ed, stepping in front of the gurne

to move around him. "I am the only neurosurgeon availabl

racking. "I'm not letting you touch him! Whe

digging into her bicep. "I want a r

rd. "Sir, let her g

kward. "I'm calling our lawyer! If you touch

The man's heart rate was droppi

"Sir, your ignorance i

screamed, raising his

her d

like a blade. It was cold, comma

ze. The son

k suit, a white shirt unbuttoned at the collar. Behind him stood two massive se

ts was impossibly familiar. Kailey. His ex-wife. The woman who had signed away his fortune just days ago. What i

absurdity of the situation, he saw the patient's declining vitals. He turned to the hospita

Kailey Randall, sir. Our new Deputy Chief of Neurosur

Kailey, seeing her not as the quiet woman who haunted his mansi

barely above a whisper but echoing with power. "I am vouching for t

other, who was sobbing quietly, t

gle, unreadable glance before turning her full at

f dislocation. This was a side of her he never knew existed. He had spent two years marri

everything she ne