We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
Five-3
DAN STRIDES INTO THE Emergency Department waiting room about 15 minutes later and walks straight to me. “How’re the Beckets?” he asks without preamble. “Grief-stricken,” I answer matter of factly. “Gladys?” “A combination of devastated and enraged.” Dan nods. “I’m going back to talk to him,” he says. “Is he lucid?” “He seems back to normal,” I sigh. “But Dan, I know you have a job to do. But go easy. Whatever he’s been through, he’s really vulnerable right now.” Dan looks like he’s about to say something, then thinks better of it. “Wait here, Tom. I’ll talk to you after I finish with him.” Turning on his heels, he marches over to the nurse’s station. “Really looking forward to it,” I mutter. I spend the time looking at emails, deleting the junk, forwarding the still-incoming reque
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD