She Cured Him, I Cured Myself
The lobby erupted in murmurs, fingers jabbing my way.
"So, she's the one who framed Dr. Mitchell. Jealousy's a hell of a drug."
"A department head? Must've slept her way up. Poor Dr. Mitchell—total injustice."
A woman charged forward, dumping her half-empty soda bottle over my head. "Disgusting! Scum like you don't belong in medicine. Get lost!"
The sticky chill crawled over my skin. I bolted to the garage, fumbling my keys into the ignition. But Zoe appeared out of nowhere, blocking the car with a smug, pitying grin.