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63. FELIX YEATS (POV)

Tony appears beside me, hands in his suit pockets. “The chief doctor is coming to speak with you. They know who you are.”

I don’t respond. I don’t care.

The only thing that matters is inside that hospital.

I take a step forward, but Tony lifts a hand—a subtle gesture telling me to wait. I almost gro...