My attention remained focused on that call room door, as if the fire-resistant wood were to blame.

Helen emerged, bare-foot and wrapped in a full-length lab coat. Probably his. Fucker. With one hand, she clutched at the unbuttoned garment, trying to hold it closed. With the other, she reached for me. Blood whooshed in my ears, blocking all sounds.

I wanted to escape into the cold night, and I would have kept backing out all the way to Lake Erie if a damn wall hadn't stopped me. I wanted to break away from myself. My insides were being shredded by the scalpel of betrayal. Hot anger gushed from the wounds.

My vision opened slightly, but its lens was tinted red. Carolyn materialized in my periphery, along with another nurse. Then he appeared behind Helen. Thank God he was dressed. I couldn't have bore that again.

Then I saw something glint on the floor. Disregarding my Hippocratic oath, I snatched up a fallen scalpel and prepared to inflict harm. I strode forward full of purpose, the surgical instrument held firm in my angry fist.

The rogue tried to hide, using Helen as a hostage against me. She struggled, causing me to slow my advance.

Then she turned, wrapped her arms around him in a protective pose and hollered, "Paul, stop." Her reaction stung me, but I kept moving.

"Helen."

Time melted. Everything blurred and slowed as if it were taking place underwater. Then the blade sliced through soft flesh, and warm blood oozed down my tanned forearm.

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