he double-paned glass entrance of th
was chalk-white, her lips bitten raw. She used her left shoulder to push
ral triage desk, Clara Sullivan, the senior charge nurse on duty, took one glanc
n!" Clara wheeled a trauma chair forward immediately, her voice urge
ently. Her voice was th
st debride the wound an
e overhead surgical lamp in t
epidermis had completely peeled back across a wide stretch of skin, and
l shears. With practiced care, she began cutting away the remnants o
ra warned softly. "If the pain becomes
through the charred wool fibhard that the metallic tast
ng white against the edge of the examination table. Through the
d sterile saline. The freezing liquid tore throu
d, soaking into the paper sheet beneath her, but her a
echoed down the polished corridor, accompanied by the o
rgery is already scrubbing in at VIP Suit
slightly, but she did not turn h
is broad arm wrapped protectively a
owel against her index finger, leaning her entire body weight
udly enough for the entire wing to hear. "Will I ever
enched, his baritone voice car
Even if there is only a faint speck of redness, I will make
of the trauma room partition, C
eps halted
e ruptured blood blisters across Gracie's arm. Dark crimson fluid was dripp
le outrage, her voice filteri
l splash. This looks like deliberate, vicious domestic violence. Honey
out dry, detached,
onal loss during a service contrac
as felt as though a thunderbol
ray pupils contracted violently, and an acute,
ic reality of Gracie's injury
f pink. But inside the room, Gracie's arm looked as if it had been thrust stra
ng his gaze toward the trauma room, a flicker o
her weight against his ribs, a
o dizzy. The hall
as did not immediately
open the sliding glass door of the trauma room with such faci
dress shoes shattering the clinical silence. A trem
ont of the examination table,
ocedure area! Unauthorized personn
were glued to the thick layer of burn ointment and b
h the white cotton made his throa
is words, his fists clenching at
re the elastic bandage around her limb in absolute silence,
ning against the doorframe in a display
o badly?" Anabella cried, tears streaming d
, it's all my fault... if you hadn't moved to shield
as's wool overcoat, subtly diggin
ally turne
tearful face like polished shards of
precision. "If you don't escort Miss Mullins up to the VIP suite
as like a physical
orked convulsively, as if he had swallowed a mouthful o
e and handed Gracie a printed prescription
it completely dry. If the deep dermis becomes infec
you,
left hand, bowed politely to Cl
brooding billionaire standing before he
nd shot out like an iron clamp, locking
ice thick with raw panic and wounded pri

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