ncle lay on the gurney, his face grey, a p

king. "The attending is in with the pileup victim

r uncle's blood pressure

ed gears. The noise of the room faded. The p

ough the noise. "Descending aorta compression. If

eyes wide. "You can't be i

atched Bronwyn. He saw the shift in her

bbed a pair of sterile gloves from th

Kelly clamp,"

out of his depth, looked past her towards the door. Jennings gave a s

. She didn't look at her uncle'

and into the open

t fumbling. She wasn't guessing. She wa

," she c

guided the clamp blindl

ming alarm stopped.

," the nurse said,

ere soaked in red. She stripped them of

he resident. "Pack it and

trauma bay. Her adrenaline cras

he wall in the hallw

you learn t

sn't looking at her like she was trash anymore. He was

voice flat and hard. She p

's not a residency skill. That's the kind of high-risk maneuver whispered ab

alking about," she said, wa

h her. "You're lying.

your bu

ood, the stress, the sight of blood-it was

stum

g a careful distance. He didn't pull her against him. He held her upri

ike a corps

go," she

had been waiting silently down the hall. "Take her to the car