AurelThe doctor steps directly between Hannah and the mattress, his broad back cutting off her red, tear-streaked face. He raises both hands, palms out, pushing the team toward the hallway."Everyone out. Now. Back to the reception area," the doctor says, his voice dropping into a firm, unbending tone. "The patient's blood pressure is spiking. You are crowding the space.""Wait, just five minutes," Hannah pleads, her voice cracking as she tries to dodge around his arm. "We just got here, he needs—""No," the doctor cuts her off, his posture rigid. "Out.""Come on, man, let us stay," Treyvon rumbles, his heavy shoulder pads shifting as he takes a step forward. "We're his team. We aren't going to make any noise.""I said out. Move it to the lobby," the doctor snaps, his glare locking onto Treyvon.Treyvon clenches his jaw, but his boots shift toward the exit. Anthony hooks his arm around Hannah’s waist, dragging her backward while her heels scrape loud against the tile."Anthony, let g
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