Fort Wayne ER.

The same trauma bay where I’ve delivered patient handoffs a hundred times.

Except now I was the one shivering in the thin paper gown, watching the ultrasound monitor from the patient’s side of the bed—an experience I don’t recommend to anyone in my profession.

You know far too much, and far too little, at once.

The bleeding was light, and it eventually stopped.

The wand moved across my gel-covered stomach.