ears
ony of coughing patients, ringing phones, and squeaking gu
with her stride. "The neuro consult in Room 304-they
n a severe, tight bun. No one looked at her and saw Giselle Villarreal. They saw Dr. Mandy, the phantom of the neurological wo
id, her voice crisp. "And check the spinal fluid pre
awestruck. "Right. Y
wrist. 3:00 PM. She had exactly twenty minutes be
levators, her mind already shiftin
h
and solid slamme
k, catching her bala
in a miniature, tailored navy suit that probably cost more than most people's
, pressing a fin
tarted, reaching d
red urgently. "The g
ril
Heavy voices echoed f
black suits were scanning the cr
.. Giselle froze. Those eyes. They were the
st her ribs. This was Jo
ave called the guards. But the terror in his
nough to shield him between her and a large potted fern. Sh
past them, their
He let out a dramatic sigh of relief.
her, tilting h
ked, trying to kee
" he said solemnly. "You look
. "I think you're confus
and. His fingers were small and warm. "I heard the
orrected lightly, he
gle? I need
A laugh escaped her mask.
aid, shaking his h
ile va
both." Jamin suddenly clutched his chest and
tantly, her fingers finding his
eyes at him. "You
ing. "Okay, you caught me. I'm not si
ed, the words tasting like ash.
he muttered, kicking at the floor tile. "She's mean. She just wan
her out? But the news... the tabloids
. Mandy to the ER," the
have to go, Jamin.
My daddy... he hurts. He hits his head a
ounded like neuroto
d, his eyes filling w
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