"Sorry, excuse me, coming through!"I rushed down the corridor toward the conference room, my heart pounding. I was thirty minutes late. Thirty minutes. Dr. Owen was going to kill me. After everything that happened with the surgery, being late to his meeting was probably the final nail in my coffin.I'd spent the last two hours hiding in the locker room, trying to make sense of what happened. My hands had stopped shaking, but my mind still spun in circles. How did I perform that surgery? Where did that knowledge come from?I reached the conference room door and took a deep breath. Through the small window, I could see Dr. Owen standing at the front, addressing the room full of interns and nurses. I carefully turned the handle and slipped inside, trying to be invisible.The door creaked.Every head turned toward me. But I barely noticed them. Because Dr. Owen looked up, and our eyes met, and everything else disappeared.He was tall, maybe six foot three, with dark hair that fell slight
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