“I have seen enough.”
His voice rose.
The fanatical fire she had glimpsed in the lobby burned openly now.
“These are not our patients. They are not Navy dependents. They are strays. Whatever happens to them is the county’s problem, not mine, and certainly not yours.”
“A child doesn’t have to wear a uniform to deserve a doctor.”
“Officer Hutchins,” Greiss jabbed a finger, “remove her. Use force if necessary.”
Hutchins stood frozen in the doorway.
His jaw worked.
His hands shook.
“Sir,” he said, “I don’t think—”
“Do it.”
Rainey took a step forward, then another.
Sutter slid around the far side of the warmer, one hand drifting under his jacket.
Josie pressed her face into Lauren’s scrub top.
There was no clean exit.
Two armed men, one frightened guard, a hospital chief who picked the wrong side, and a baby on a warmer with an IO needle in his shin.
