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