Chapter 6 - Confronting The Lead Trauma Surgeon
“Mr. Vance... I didn't realize you were the primary benefactor for the cardiovascular research wing,” the guard stammered nervously.
“Step aside,” I commanded softly, the quiet menace in my tone leaving no room for a second warning.
The guards lowered their arms instantly, stepping back against the wall as I pushed through the heavy double doors into the prep zone.
Dr. Harrison paused by the scrub sinks, looking back over his shoulder with an expression of reluctant professional respect.
“If you come in here, Mr. Vance, you follow my exact instructions and you stay out of the surgical team's way,” the doctor warned.
“Just keep her alive long enough for me to look her in the eyes again,” I replied, pulling a sterile blue gown over my suit.
I scrubbed my hands rapidly under the hot water, feeling the sterile soap burn against my skin like an anchor to reality.
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For eight months, I had convinced myself that letting Elena walk away was the cleanest way to sever our mutual destruction.
Now, standing on the precipice of losing her forever, I realized every single day apart had been an elaborate, hollow lie.
