ved his gun back into the holster. He raised both hands in t

ud, making her wobble for a second, but she locked her knees and stoo

d. His voice was hard and loud. "You

atherine's dirty trench coat and pressed he

trembling. A hot wave of

her thick French accent. "She is a sick chi

and reached his thick arm out, grabbing

I don't want to go ba

ter's scream tore Cath

wung her arm and slapped Clint

urtyard. A bright red handprint instantly a

oked up at the Dean of Medicine. She looke

ack. "If you touch my patient again, I will

s jaw ticked. He leaned in close to Catherine. "Do

er safety is my business," Catherine

ht against Catheri

nd the panic finally broke her. She col

Catherine

t the girl's neck to check her pulse, then gently pulled

yes. He backed off. He pressed his radio. "Br

d his arms under Cas

ked up at him, her eyes wide and full of absolute despair.

The breath caug

oom, Helen Sinclair had looked a

his head, trying to clear the impossible thought. "I'm just t

new the girl needed IV fluids immediately. He

le

girl and ran towa

ud. Her hands were empty. Her chest ac

the glass wall of the connect

Catherine fell to her knees and looked up at

holding. She clamped both hands over h

ay she held her shoulders, the way she tuck

was

r heart hammered against her ribs. He

hands. Her despair vanished, replaced by a cold, hard de