There is plot coming our way! (Wading painfully through all of the delicious fluff...)
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Christine was frozen. People has those moments often, true, but not senior doctors at the emergency entry to surgery. For that reason, she got many strange looks, even though she was giving orders and moving within another second.
The reason, which Christine did not want to dwell on but didn't dare ignore, was the wound in the thigh of the young woman on the stretcher.
It was a stab wound, which happens of course. This was a hospital, after all. People get stabbed in bar brawls or drop kitchen knives on their toes. Business as usual. A knife, however, has a blade, and the blade is shaped in a certain way or is more or less sharp. A serrated knife like a fishing blade or a bread knife tears skin, while a smooth, sharp blade cuts more cleanly. No matter how sharp and smooth, however, there is always some sort of tear. The signs may be ever so slight, but they were always there.
Always, that is, in the normal world. Christine had only ever come across one such wound; so smooth that a knife could not have made it. The wound which killed the woman Stephen had called 'The Ancient One'. Now, she was looking at another one; exactly the same in every way.
This woman, however, was not at all as badly injured, but she was frantic with fear. Most people calmed down at least a tiny bit when being told they were in the hosiptal. If not, there was usually a cause, like a loved one that had been in an accident with them or any other clear cause from outside the hospital walls. This woman seemed to think someone - 'they' - were coming for her, and being in a hospital didn't seem to help this anxiety any. In her mind, she still wasn't safe.
Ducking aside for a second, Christine did the only thing she could think of: she texted Stephen as full a description as she could before she had to get back to her patient, complete with a plea for help. She could help with the wound - she could not help with a problem she couldn't even understand. Stephen sure seemed to have known back then. Maybe he did now, too.
