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"—don't give a damn about your protocols. I need someone here now. "
A pause. The sound of his breathing, ragged and too fast.
"She fell. In the shower. She's been unconscious for—I don't know how long. Her arm looks—" Another pause. "Just get someone here. The penthouse. East 78th. I'll have security waiting at the elevator."
I tried to open my eyes. The light was wrong—too bright, stabbing through my lids like needles. My head throbbed. My left arm was a distant thing, pulsing with a pain so deep, like it belonged to someone else.
"No, I'm not taking her to the ER," He cut himself off. "Let me be very clear. If Dr. Okonkwo isn't in this apartment within the hour, I will personally ensure that Mount Sinai loses every dollar of Ashcroft funding. Every. Single. Dollar. The cardia
