VANESSA BELMONT
The moment Malone said they'd found Mr. Haynes, the room did that fun little tilt-and-spin thing that made me question whether I'd accidentally ingested hallucinogens. Or maybe it was just the blood loss. Hard to say.
"Where is Haynes?" asked Nathan.
"Jang Memorial."
I blinked. "Wait. Jang Memorial? As in, the one with the overpriced lattes in the lobby and the doctors who charge you just for breathing the same air as them?"
"My family owns three hospitals," said Nathan. "This one is closest to the accident site."
Nathan's gaze flicked to the bloodstain on my shirt—now a fashion statement and a medical concern. What can I say? I'm a multi-tasker.
"You need a doctor," said Nathan.
"Great. Then we're already on the same page, because Haynes is at a hospital where there are... guess what? Doctors." I gestured vaguely toward the door. "Let's go."
