Third Person POV
The words sliced through him.
Harrison’s expression hardened instinctively, but something behind it flickered.
Uncertainty.
Because for the first time tonight…
he noticed the details he had missed.
The medic Sophie had grabbed was pale with rage.
The stretcher wheels still carried streaks of blood.
The unconscious man’s oxygen mask lay discarded nearby after being rushed into surgery.
And Sophie…
Sophie wasn’t denying it.
She stood there clutching the trembling white Bichon against her chest, tears spilling endlessly while panic twisted across her face.
“Harrison…” she whispered brokenly. “I didn’t know… I just wanted someone to help him… I thought…”
Her voice collapsed into sobs.
“I didn’t mean it…”
Then suddenly…
Footsteps thundered toward them.
A parame
