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last set of vitals taken by the nurse, I’m confident that he’s stable enough for me to head home.
    Pretending Lucas is invisible as I leave the room, I make myself walk around the large man who’s been silently watching me since his outburst. I power walk down the corridor without a backward glance, needing to get away from his silent brooding.
    I know I should find his intensity intimidating, but I don’t.
    He’s scary, but there’s something I find attractive about his commanding presence.

JJ
    Six Months Earlier
    J uggling my car keys, satchel, and the pile of charts my cross-shift dumped in my arms on her way out, I push my way into the junior medical officer’s locker room, yawning widely.
    It’s ridiculous, but I couldn’t sleep after my run-in with Lucas last night.
    I feel awful for basically blaming him for Joel’s injuries. I did a little bit of research last night, and learnt that being the Sergeant-At-Arms is a vital protection role in a motorcycle club. The position’s usually reserved for the most violent, toughest members.
    Men who either enjoy, or are good, at inflicting serious pain on others.
    I basically delivered one of the nastiest insults I could’ve to a man who was already hurting because one of his brothers was hurt on his watch. That’s what they call each other—brothers.
    The whole idea of outlaws is abominable to me because I believe the rules that dictate society were implemented for a reason, however I have enough compassion within me to feel bad for insulting someone else’s way of life.
    Dumping my belongings into my locker and pulling on a clean pair of green scrubs, I run through my list for the day. With another hour before I need to be in an operating theatre, I’ll have time to catch up with yesterday’s patients and grab another coffee and something to eat.
    “I hear you witnessed one of the bikers from last night threatening Dr. Carter, JJ?” The quiet voice breaks through my thoughts.
    “Huh?” I shoot her a quizzical look. Nobody was threatened in front of me.
    “Dr. Carter reported it to management this morning. Said you were there when it happened.”
    Glancing around to make sure no one is close enough to hear us, I lean in to question Gwen. She’s the closest thing I have to a best friend at the hospital—in life really. I have lots of acquaintances and some people I would call casual friends, but I find it hard to let people in enough to become good friends. Gwen is exuberant and one of life’s happy-go-lucky forces of nature, so it’s hard to ignore her when she decides she likes you and wants to be your friend.
    At the moment, worry creases her full face as she regards me with concern.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Nobody was threatened in front of me. Nothing happened to Ollie.”
    “You’d better find out what’s going on quickly, JJ. Admin were here, with Ollie, looking for you about ten minutes ago. I told them you were doing your handover and wouldn’t be free until after ten. Ollie was pissed that he couldn’t find you.”
    We share a look that transmits everything about our feelings toward Ollie. The man is a sleaze, and everyone knows it. He gets away with it because he’s a brilliant surgeon and mentors the upcoming surgeons better than anyone else could.
    Thinking back over our run-in last night, it becomes clear to me that the imaginary threat he’s reported is his way of heading off any fallout from Lucas’s intervention last night.
    With that sobering thought, I squeeze Gwen’s hand in thanks.
    “I think I know how to fix it. Thanks for the heads up, Gwen.”
    She salutes me as I grab my charts and slip out of the room.
    Keeping my head down, I rush down the corridor, intent on heading to the third floor before anyone else sees me.
    ***
    “I ’m sorry for what I said last night. It was uncalled for.”
    Ice-blue eyes meet mine in surprise as I slip into Joel O’Brien’s room.
    Lucas slides from his slumped