Ding.
The elevator doors slid open on the fourth floor of Zenith General Hospital. Sarah stepped into the bright, sterile hallway of the ICU. Luke walked beside her.
Before she could look at the room numbers, a voice echoed down the corridor.
"You ungrateful b***h!"
Marcus charged down the hall. His right arm was still strapped in a thick white sling, but his face was red with fury and fresh tears.
"This is your fault!" Marcus yelled, lunging at her. "You stole our logistics! You took everything! The stress killed him! You killed him!"
Marcus never reached her. Luke stepped forward, planted a flat hand against his good shoulder, and shoved him backward.
Marcus hit the wall hard. The impact jarred his broken arm. He gasped in sharp pain, his legs giving out. He slid down the wall to
