Nora braced herself. "Adrian Cross."Dr. Vaughn's blood pressure, just recovering, spiked again. For different reasons this time."Cardiac Surgery Adrian Cross?" He thought he'd misheard. When Nora nodded, he went quiet.Finally, he waved her out. "Go. I need a minute."—Adrian came out of a bypass just in time for end of shift. Changed. Found Dr. Vaughn blocking his doorway."Busy?"Between Cardiac Surgery and Cardiology, Adrian's usual contact was the chief resident. Dr. Vaughn was just a senior colleague. But he'd shown up — that meant something.Adrian's tone was respectful. "Not busy. Did you need something?""Personal. My office."That evening, colleagues saw the two department heads walk into Dr. Vaughn's office with stone faces. Half an hour. The rumor mill spun: must be a VIP transfer patient to get both chiefs discussing a surgical plan.Nora had a surgery. Off the table at eight.
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