I Never Went to Mistfall

The double doors of the trauma unit slammed shut, cutting off the rush of medical staff and leaving Declan stranded in the sterile hallway. He paced the linoleum in tight, erratic loops, his knuckles white where his hands clenched into fists.

Felix hung back near the row of plastic waiting chairs, glancing repeatedly at his wristwatch before finally stepping into Declan’s path.

"Mr. Sterling,"