No, it isn’t.
I’m already moving before I realize it, crossing the hallway fast enough the chairs scrape beneath my boots.
Through the narrow window, I catch flashes—
Doctors crowding the table.
One climbing onto it.
Another shouting numbers I can’t hear through the glass.
Something just went wrong.
Something really wrong.
“Russ—”
I barely hear Miles.
My pulse pounds too hard.
The doors burst open suddenly.
A nurse rushes out carrying blood bags.
I catch her arm before she can pass.
“What’s happening?”
She startles hard. “Sir, let go—”
“What’s happening.”
Her eyes widen slightly.
“She’s crashing.”
The words hit like a bullet straight through my chest.
Everything inside me goes ice cold.
“What does that mean?”
“It means we’re trying to save her life. Now let go.”
I release her automatically.
She disappears back through the doors at a run.
And I’m left standing there uselessly while the doors slam shut again.
Helpless.
Absolutely helpless.
I pace once.
Twice.
