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Chapter Nine EVAN Blood is everywhere. On my hands. On my scrubs. On my skin. It’s all I can see. The deep red, almost black hue is warm. I try to wipe it away, but the blood stays. It always does. The painful, semi-unconscious moans from the woman on the gurney fill my ears. Her body is completely broken, and I try my damnedest to save her. She can’t die. Not yet. Not now. The swelling has already taken over, and the light purple bruises cover her body. The cuts on her arms, legs, and face are so deep that all I want to do is kill the motherfucker who did this to her. She tried to avoid the head-on collision, but it was too late. The man who chose to f*****g drink and drive should be the one lying here, fighting to breathe, fighting to live. Instead, he’s belligerent in another ro