I still did not understand what I was looking at.
I only knew I had reached the edge of not knowing.
When I slapped the lamp on, the entire scene exploded into focus.
The man jerked back, one gloved hand raised.
He was wearing navy scrubs under a dark jacket.
In the open case beside him were sealed syringes, alcohol wipes, a coil of clear tubing, and packets of medical tape.
Elena had pulled the collar of her nightshirt aside, and just below her left collarbone, beneath a square transparent dressing, a thin line disappeared under her skin.
