30The Lion and the LambI step over the threshold into the hospital lobby. It’s not the same facility I recovered in, but the smells and sounds are identical. Blood and disinfectant, hushed voices slipping out of cracked doors. The sudden squawk of monitors. Orders blaring over the speakers. Tapping shoes and the inconstant trill of nervous heartbeats.
Reese and a silver-haired doctor lead the way through a pair of double doors guarding the Intensive Care Unit. Jayce slinks beside me as we make our way down the hall. Her ivory fingers wrap around the Solvo medallion. I insisted she wear it when she refused to let me meet Jane Doe alone.
“She’s in here,” the doctor says. He pauses with his hand on the door. “We had to give her a sedative a few minutes ago. We use it as a last resort, but s
