The car slowed to a stop in front of the hospital's emergency entrance, the red lights washing over the windshield.
Anna was already reaching for the door before the engine died off.
Jason's hand on her arm stopped her. She turned to him, her finger still on the door handle—he had a puzzled look on his face.
“You good?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she answered, not meeting his eyes. “Yeah… I'll see you later. Bye.”
She opened the door before he could say anything else and got out.
He watched her disappear through the doors longer than necessary, jaw tight, hand hovering in the air.
The automatic doors swallowed Anna whole, the familiar antiseptic sting hitting her lungs as the noise rushed in—gurneys, voices, monitors, controlled chaos.
She stopped for a moment and took it all in, her li
