Like a cell that had divided and reproduced on its own. Mackenzie, who had often thought of Emma’s life as glamorous and exciting, watched them jostle for position, reminded that there was a dark underbelly to fame. The cab deposited them at the back entrance, where they took a freight elevator up to the neuro ICU. Rhonda, Emma’s lead nurse, sat at the computer outside Emma’s room staring at the monitor and jotting notes on a file. Rubber soles squeaked on the floor and there was a hum of low-pitched voices as white-coated doctors conferred. The patients’ families wore wrinkled clothing and shell-shocked expressions. Their tired, disbelieving eyes were rimmed in dark circles like the ones Mackenzie had seen in the mirror this morning. She’d tossed and turned for much of the previous night, but at least that tossing had taken place on a queen-sized bed rather than a molded plastic chair. Breakfast had been the Thai food none of them had been able to face the night before.
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