The Crimson Encounter

HAZEL

The harsh fluorescent lights of the surgical wing buzzed above me as I finally tossed my scrubs into the bin and cranked the sink faucet. Cold water rushed over my hands, washing away the lingering adrenaline of the last four exhaustive hours. I was forced to abruptly cancel my relaxing weekend plans with Chloe in New York, rushing frantically back on a plane to Geneva to handle a massive,