During my night shift, two trauma patients arrived at the er—and i froze when i recognized my husband and sister-in-law. instead of breaking down, i made a choice no one saw coming.
Marcus lay on the stretcher barely conscious, his expensive watch shattered, his shirt soaked through from a deep shoulder wound. Vanessa clung to the paramedic beside him, crying hard, mascara running in dark streaks.
“PLEASE,” she sobbed. “HE’S MY BROTHER. SAVE HIM.”
A cold smile touched my lips before I could stop it.
