BLAZE WILLIAMS
“On three!” The brunette doctor took charge, her voice raised just enough to be heard over the shuffle of footsteps and rustling equipment.
She kept her voice steady too as she moved with the urgency.
“One, two, three—now!” She said.
Five pairs of hands were braced along the sides of the man’s gurney, each one ready.
At her cue, they acted in perfect sync, shifting the patient swiftly from the gurney to the examination table.
The movement was fluid and practiced. You could call it a dance they had done many times.
It was an electrifying show.
“Here you go,” someone said to Jason, who stood beside me.
I had to pull my eyes away from the scene.
The doctor who had spoken to Jason was dressed in light blue scrubs, topped with a white coat. His hair was full of tigh
