CHAPTER 62.
GOOD GESTURES.
~ASHLEY POINT OF VIEW~
It’s been a couple of hours since I stitched up the wound and gave the biker the medication he needs to get better. I’m standing by the window, my gaze narrowing down. I just stare into the air, my head still spinning from the fact that I just saved a life. I still can’t seem to wrap my head around that yet, no matter how much I try.
The room is quiet now—no sound… just the shallow breathing of the man on the table. The silence feels heavy and suffocating. I look out the window, staring at nothing in particular. My reflection stares faintly back at me in the glass… pale and shaken.
I saved a man. The thought doesn’t settle in like an achievement. It doesn’t settle the way I expect it to.
It doesn’t feel heroic, even if it’s supposed
