Mark
“Mark, no,” Melody said firmly as she started back toward the OR with Luke, her voice carrying that calm authority that made anyone hesitate to argue. “If you come in there, you’re going to get in the way. I need to stay focused. This could be fatal if I’m distracted.”
I nodded, swallowing the frustration. I wanted to help. I wanted to be there. But she was right. I had to wait.
Outside, in the trauma room, Tony leaned against a counter, arms crossed, watching the monitors. “You’ve been… different tonight,” he said casually, though I could hear the undertone of curiosity and caution. “Can’t say I’ve ever seen you like this with anyone.”
I let out a breath, trying to keep my tone light. “Yeah, well… she carries a lot, Tony. Things no one should ever have to.”
Tony smirked, shaking
