Five
I walked out of the surgery room three hours later, which was five hours after my shift should have ended. In the waiting room, I saw that Eagle had Crow’s girlfriend in his lap. MK’s eyes were open but vacant. Eagle’s hand stroked across her back where her b*a strap would be.
The others were similarly seated together, holding one another close and offering support. This multihued, multiethnic group looked like a patchwork from afar. Up close, they made complete, harmonious sense. I wrapped my arms around myself, wishing I had a blanket to snuggle into.
As I came closer, Eagle’s gaze connected with mine. His eyes widened and I saw fear and vulnerability glare through in his hazel depths. I held up my hand in a stop motion, trying to indicate that everything was okay.
His eyes clos
