I paced back and forth outside the emergency operating room, debating what I was going to do.
I could run, sure, but that would prove my guilt, and I'd have to keep running, so that was out of the question.
Instead, I'd need to explain why she was mistaken about what had happened. The blood loss, the head injury, all of it would explain why she suddenly thought I'd attacked her.
Yeah, that would be the ticket. I-
The doctor came out.
"I'm so sorry, she didn't make it. But her last words were your name, repeatedly, if that helps."
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