NOAH
The blue light of the phone screen was the only thing illuminating the dark suite, a cold, digital glow that made my skin look as sickly as I felt.
My thumb had frozen mid-scroll, the world around me narrowing until all that existed was the woman on the screen and the name that had just been spat out like a curse.
Nicholas Bennett.
My hands began to shake so violently that the phone rattled against my palms. I swiped back up, my heart pounding a frantic, uneven rhythm against my ribs... a drumbeat of impending doom.
The reporter was standing outside a gleaming hospital entrance, her professional smile bright and sharp under the camera lights. "—Dr. Nicholas Bennett, an intensive care surgeon at Presbyterian Medical Center, has been hailed as a hero tonight," she said, her voice filled with that practiced, newsroom awe.
