Chapter 9
- Two agonizing hours passed before the door to the emergency room flung open. To Crimson, though, it felt like an eternity. He rose from the chair, the metal creaking in relief as he eased his weight and stood on his feet.
- He couldn't summon the strength to run to the man garbed in a white robe, so he waited, fear swelling in his chest, making breathing a struggle.
- The veins in his temples pounded beneath his skin.