Desiree couldn’t stop pacing.

Up the corridor, down the corridor, and then up again.

Her hands trembled as she moved from one end of the hallway to the other, her breaths too shallow, too quick. Roman had stopped groaning a few minutes ago, and the silence coming from his room felt worse than the sound of his pain. She had already called Dr. Felicia once, her voice breaking terribly, begging her to hurry.

Now she kept grabbing her phone, checking it, unlocking it, locking it again, trying ...