Bang!
Thegssdoorshudderedviolently.
Everypatientintheic,everynurse—alongwiththeolderdoctorwhohadjuststeppedout—stared,stutheydoorway.
Elianstoodthere,hislefthandstillstuthepostureofhavingsupportedher,herbackpack—packedwiththickreferencebooks—stillhangingfromhisrightshoulder,andthefreshlyprintedpaymentslipandprescriptionstillchedinhishand.
“…Whatanidiot.”
Hegroundthewordsoutthroughhisteeth.Tossingthenurseahurried,“I’llebackforthemedie,”heimmediatelybrokeintoalong-legged,furioussprintouttheicdoor.
Themomentheshoveditopen,awaveofOctobernoo—30°C86°F—andblindingsunlightsmmedintohisface.
PeoplestreamedthroughthetanglednesoffNanyangStreet.Elianwhippedhisheadleftandright—andquicklycaughtsightofthatfamiliarback,lessthanfiftymetersaheadattheinterse,stillrunningforherlife.
Butadrenalines.
adeithalfanebeforethatmysteriousforceproppingupherescapewassuckeddryinaninstant.Theseveredizzinessfromthefeverandthedeep,bonelessweaknessinhermusclescamerbafold.
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