For a moment, she felt the familiar prickling at the back of her neck, as though someone had walked over her grave.
"Fine," she said, her voice suddenly steely. "Figure out what's wrong with him. But don't waste my time with your guesses."
The nurse didn't answer immediately, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes as he watched Ruby turn on her heel and stride toward the waiting room. She didn't look back, but a strange tension coiled within her chest. Something wasn't right about this whole situation—something about that man.
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Sitting in the cold, sterile hospital waiting room, Ruby lowered her head, pinching the bridge of her nose as a faint ache settled in her temples. She was calm—or at least, she told herself she was. There was no reason for her to feel otherwise. She had done what was necessary, what logic dictated: bring the injured man to the hospital and let the doctors handle the rest. Simple. Efficient.
