Joanne’s POV
The doctor’s glare could have cut through steel. I could see the conviction in his eyes; he didn’t want to listen to me; he didn’t want to believe me.
“If you’re wrong—”
“Then you can throw me out,” I finish for him. “But if I’m right, you will save his life. This soldier will die if you don’t do something… and fast.”
He narrowed his eyes at me, his lips forming a thin line as he weighed out his odds. The desperate grunting from the soldier on the table brought his attention back to the situation at hand.
He glanced at the other soldier, waiting on standby, staring between the two of us with questioning eyes.
“Hand me that scalpel,” he said, holding out his hand.
The soldier’s eyes widened.
“You’re not seriously going to listen to a—” He started to protest, but
