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    The attending physician looked stunned by the sudden intrusion.


    What was going on? Who was this man? Judging by his clothes, he didn’t look like he was from Rosewood Hospital.


    The physician was itching to ask and enlighten himself, but the oppressive auraing off of Sadie stopped him cold.


    She didn’t even spare him a nce.


    Sadie stepped further into the room, her eyes fixed on Noah and Hurst. She brushed off the jumbled thoughts that raged inside her head and told herself to focus on the matter at hand.


    The machines kept up their urgent, rhythmic beeping.


    Hurst walked up to the crash cart and took a moment to survey the array of tools before picking up a slender, silver needle.


    Under everyone’s watchful, uneasy eyes, he leaned over the bed.


    Then, without a second’s hesitation, he drove the needle into the side of Noah’s ear in one swift, steady motion.


    Sadie felt her heart clench so tight, she nearly cried out, but she managed to bite her lip at thest second.


    She watched as Hurst’s fingers moved—precise, practiced—twisting and pulling with subtle flicks.


    A thin stream of dark red blood seeped from the tail of the needle, which he calmly drew into an empty syringe with his other hand. Before long, the syringe was full.


    Hurst set the needle and syringe neatly on a tray. From start to finish, his movements were quick and clean.


    The attending physician stared in a mix of horror and disbelief, his heart pounding furiously inside his chest.


    What sort of insane, reckless procedure had he just witnessed? For all intents and purposes, it looked like the stranger was toying with Noah’s life. If something went wrong, the hospital would no doubt be shut down.


    The hapless man opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out. At the back of his mind, the voice of reason told him that interfering now could cause real, irreparable damage. He couldn’t afford to take any more risks.


    The air in the room grew suffocating. Fifteen minutes crawled by in painful silence.


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    And then—a sudden coughing fit. Noah’s eyshes fluttered, and his eyes slowly opened.


    A faint flush crept back into his ghost-pale face.


    He was awake.


    A wave of joy and relief washed over Sadie. She rushed to the bedside, her voice shaking with emotion she could hardly contain.


    “Noah! Noah, can you hear me? How are you feeling?”


    Noah looked around the room, his gaze still ssy and unfocused.


    Then his eyesnded on Sadie’s tear-streaked face.


    It took a lot from him to reach out and take her hand. His grip was weak, yet firm at the same time.


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