Lily’s scrubs clung to her like second skin, soaked in sweat and adrenaline. Her patient—a sixteen-year-old boy with a ruptured appendix—had just come out of surgery, alive but barely stable.
She’d saved him.
But she was shaking.
“Vitals are holding,” her assistant said, handing over the chart.
Lily nodded, lips pressed tight. “Good. Keep...