Chapter 14

Room thirteen isn’t on the damn floor plan. I’m standing in the ER hallway, my scrubs damp with someone else’s blood, clutching the crumpled consent form Noah just forced into my hand. The fluorescent lights flicker like they’re on a dying heartbeat. My own heart is hammering high in my throat. “Emily.” Noah’s voice is low behind me. Too close. “You’re shaking. Sit down.” “I heard him.” My voice comes out hoarse. “You heard him too. Don’t act like—” “That...