BLOOD AND ABSOLUTION
She worked as she spoke, pressure, assessment, the young man's pulse thready and fast under her fingers, his eyes half open now, unfocused, the particular look of someone drifting toward a place she'd spent her whole career trying to pull people back from.
"Get me your kit. Whatever you have. Now, or I promise you, whatever happens to him, I make sure everyone here understands exactly whose choice it was."
Nico appeared beside her before Marco could answer, a case in his hands that she recognized immediately — hospital grade, same brand as the one that had sat in Room Three the night she'd stitched him, and she understood, distantly, in the small part of her mind not fully occupied with the