Ocean Hospital, Minutes Later The scream still hung in the air of the ward, but Queen's face was already changing. Whatever had cracked in her a second before sealed itself back over, fast, like a wound closing before it had even finished bleeding. She didn't cry. She didn't sit down. She let go of Wayne's cold hand slowly, deliberately, and turned to Louisa with an expression that had gone completely flat — the same stillness people had learned, over the years, to be far more afraid of than any raised voice. "I'm having him discharged," she said. It wasn't a question. "Queen, he needs to stay here. He's still on life support, he's still—" "I didn't ask a question. Did I?" Louisa opened her mouth, then closed it again. She had seen this look on Queen exactly once before, years ago, at a dinner where a business partner had made the mistake of underestimating her in front of his own people. He never made that mistake twice. Whatever came next, Louisa understood there was no versio
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