Chapter 13: Brush with DeathSometimes we learn more from the places or people we least expect, even if it is from our own selves.
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Scarlett tried not to stare at the g*n. She twisted in her seat and the couch's black leather squeaked at her movement. Even after the doctor shifted and his jacket hid the firearm again, she struggled to keep her eyes anywhere else.
“So, being this kind of doctor must be dangerous.”
He twisted the cap off his bottle of water and took a swig. “Oh, somewhat. But it's only part of what I do.”
“Really?”
“Yes, I used to be a full-time surgeon. But I lost my license and, well… then I discovered I had other talents.” Doctor Smith leaned back.
“Talents… Like him?”
“Yes, talents much like our friend in the other room. Though, we operate in different circle
