Sliding doors parted on antiseptic air. Security met them. The manager walked beside Sara. A red line on the floor pointed toward hematology.
Lily appeared before they reached the ward, Owen trailed her, tie neat.
“You're late," Lily said at once.
“I said I'd come," Sara answered.
“And you took your time," Lily snapped. “Rosalie's pain doesn't pause for your schedule."
Owen lifted his hands, gentle. “Let's not argue in a hallway," he said. “The nurse is ready to draw blood." He stepped closer, trying to steer her.
A guard slid a half step between them. Owen checked himself and smiled at the guard instead. “All right. We're all on the same side."
“Not until papers are signed," the manager said “Where's the consent for voluntary donation? Where's the statement that no one coerced Ms
