She wasn’t supposed to be there.
“No,” she said quietly. “I knew she would live.” janet mason only
“Mrs. Mason,” Elena said, keeping her voice calm. “You need to come back to bed.” She wasn’t supposed to be there
That was the first thought that crossed Dr. Elena Voss’s mind when she saw Janet Mason standing at the end of the hospital corridor, barefoot, wearing a nightgown spotted with something dark. It was 2:47 a.m. The floor was sealed for deep cleaning. Security had been notified of a lockdown on the pediatric wing. Mason,” Elena said, keeping her voice calm
Janet turned her head slowly. Her eyes were not the eyes of a sedated stroke patient. They were dry, clear, and focused with an intensity that made Elena’s chest tighten.
Janet didn’t look at her. She rocked once, twice.
“The little girl in 408. The one with the bone cancer. She stopped breathing three minutes ago. You haven’t checked yet, but you will. And when you do, you’ll call a code.”