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Amy

SOMETIMES, I wonder: what if I’d never left the operating theater? I could have stayed safe Stayed waran I’d never have fallen headfirst into those blue Irish eyes I’d never have knohat it took to love a man like him, or what it was like to be loved by one

And we’d be dead We’d all be dead

On theItheater all of it had melted away and I was only aware of the soft violins of Bach’s double concerto, the reassuring weight of the scalpel in my hand and the steady rhythm of the patient’s heart When I spoke, even my voice was a little slow and drea to be okay” I began to close up the incision “Good job, everyone”

Krista, ood news She’d barely put it down, and I’d only just finished suturing, when it rang again “They want you downstairs for a consult,” she told me

Downstairs I came out of the zone in a split second I kept“Ask Patel to do it”

“He’s in the etically

I pulled off

“He’s working on a head injury Soer came off her dirt bike”

That only left o down there I nodded and walked out into the hallway When I hit the elevator button for 1, Eht