"What on earth could be happening inside that emergency room? A man would only get down on his knees like that if it was someone—or something—truly irreplaceable," one of the trauma nurses whispered in a muted, astonished hush to her co-worker as they hurried down the gleaming white corridor back toward the central nursing station.
The co-worker nodded in silent agreement, casting a fleeting glance back over her shoulder. "Did you see his face? He looked like his entire world was hanging by a single thread."
Standing before Travis, the senior attending physician holding the medical clipboard froze, completely stunned. Realizing he was looking down at the formidable heir of the nation's most powerful corporate empire kneeling before him in absolute, raw desperation, the doctor immediately leaned down, gently taking Travis by the arm to help him stand up from the cold floor.
