I reached into my pocket, took out my wedding ring, and set it down gently on the bedside table, beside the monitor tracking the vitals I had just spent an hour protecting.
“You’re going to make a full recovery, Gethin,” I said, and there was no anger in it, only certainty.
“Because as a doctor, my duty is to save the life in front of me, and I did, and I’d do it again.
That part isn’t personal.
It’s who I am.”
I turned so that his parents could hear the rest.