The Second Chance My Enemy Gave Me

Summary

Three years later, I found him exactly where I never wanted to be: my emergency room.

Rhys Thorne was frantic, his eyes bloodshot with panic, clutching his very pregnant wife in his arms.

“Doctor! Please, save her first! I don’t care about anything else—they cannot die. Neither of them!”

I pulled my nitrile gloves taut, the snap a small, mechanical sound of detachment. I motioned for the nurse to rush the gurney into the trauma bay.

“Family must wait here.”

But his grip, strong and hot, clamped down on my wrist, sharp enough to bruise. His voice was a raw, rasping whisper.