Chapter 9 What She Saw

• It happened on an ordinary Thursday. Later, Emily would realize that the impossible usually happens on routine nights, hiding in the middle of the mundane.
• The patient was a man named Rourke. He was in his thirties and had been brought in after a bar fight. He had a knife wound in his abdomen so deep that Emily’s stomach dropped just looking at the chart. It looked more like a death sentence than an injury.
• "Prepping him for the OR," Kael said. He was already moving, his hands steady over a wound that was bleeding fast. "Carter, pressure here. Don't let up."