Chapter 16 — The Corridor
“Nerys, please —” Gethin reached for me, weeping.
I stepped to the side of the bed and adjusted his IV, out of habit, out of training, making sure the line ran clean, because I am a doctor and my hands do that whether or not I love the patient.
And then I stepped back, and I did not take his hand, and I walked out into the corridor.
I did not look back.
I went through the doors of my hospital into the cool early air just as the sun was coming up over the edge of the city — a night in which I had saved a life, exposed a crime, and finally walked out of a family that had never once, in six years, bothered to find out who I actually was.