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... mplete with imported Italian marble, privacy-screened glass walls, and a trauma team so elite their scrub caps had embroidered initials. None of that mattered. Not now.
I barged through the emergency doors with Isabella in my arms, and within thirty seconds, six people in navy uniforms were swarming.
"Orchid Suite One. Move."
"Clear it—everyone out. Cardiac and neuro. I want both teams ready."
"Get Kassel. Now."
No one questioned me.
They parted li ...
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