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al Center. She inhaled deeply, fingers clamped around the strap of her canvas tote bag. Her heart hammered against h
the physicians had warned. A routine procedure to remove an ova
er nerve
rse called out, c
, not looking at the pale blue walls or the patients whizzed by on wheels. At the pre-op room, the nurse handed her a gown and
ospital setting. Maybe it was that shivery sensation of
onto the gurney, she heard the door open and so
y Ha
t to the man
to fit his precise dimensions. Dark hair ruffled at the crown, the rest of him neat to a point of s
r stare-it was the cold steel in his eyes. A s
how, devastatin
rst. "I'll be your anesthesiologist today. I'll be administering general anest
d a small
hers for a moment.
nausea? Fever? Chest
, n
h your heart?
N
"You're a good candidate, then. We're going to be inserting an IV shortly
thing. Cold. Bru
e sort of fellow to soften his rough edges for anyone. Probably spent years perfecting thi
dn't help speculating a
general anesthesi
ook he
breath was stuck in her throat. There was something behind those eyes. Not warmth, not exactly. Bu
gh the steps," he said, h
ectric charge-like the quiet thrum of a horn buzzing just under her skin. He didn't react, yet his hand stay
and avoide
administer the anesthesia via your IV. You'll be out quickly, and
e asked, and then immediately
and this time there was a
I'll be right there the w
r in the chest harder
e at the bottom, she tried not to think about how he said the
precision. Dr. West took a step back, folding his arms across his chest,
e," he said, adjusting the IV drip. "I want y
e world already starting
es you feel warm. S
lids fl
alled wasn't a memory or a
se
t v
drian
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ke up
achines and the occasional squeak of a nurse's shoes on tile.
n she s
her bed, chart in his hand,
doing?" he
again. "Dizz
nesthesia will take a couple
nce. it was too much. Too close. Too
dream," s
O
slowly to turn to hi
. Then, slowly, his mouth curved-not into a
o think of something
d
aybe it was the vertigo of consciousness. But his gaze fixed u
lo
silence that ha
finally s
t over her. Another tender touch, another jolt of electricity run
el like noth
there, heart pounding, trying to make
ogist. He was cold, impas
bout him made her fe

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