CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Bowl CutKit woke to find Langdon standing over her. Raki ran to the front door and back again on a continuous loop, his phone clasped in front of his face. His bare feet pattered against the carpet, deafening beneath the painful hum in Kit’s head. Langdon squatted on his haunches and pressed his palm against her forehead. “Do you need an ambulance?” His soothing tone cut through the hum and it shifted to the periphery of her mind.
“No.” Kit closed her eyes. “I want to lie here for a minute.” Her backside rested on the hall floor, but her crown registered the hard edge of the second step pressing against her scalp.
“Place the patient in the recovery position.” Raki ran back to Kit. “There’s a diagram. Move out of the way, Langdon and I’ll do it. I need to bend her arm
