DANTEWaiting rooms were designed by sadists, there was no other explanation. The white walls, the antiseptic smell and the clock mounted above the reception desk that seemed determined to move slower than time itself.Thirty minutes… thirty goddamn minutes.I sat in a chair outside the emergency treatment area, elbows on my knees, hands clasped together so tightly my knuckles had turned white.The dried blood on my sleeve hadn’t even registered until a nurse glanced at it for the third time.June’s blood.My jaw clenched, hard, almost teeth shattering.Every time I shut my eyes, I saw her again looking unconscious, pale and being… strapped to that table.That fucking doctor preparing surgical instruments like he was about to carve into livestock. If I had gotten there a second later, he’d… no, I’ll not think of it. A violent pulse slammed through my temples.Across from me, Rafael leaned against the wall, when did he even get here? He stood with his arms folded being as silent as he
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