"Then why was he looking at me like I was a monster, Sarah?" Jason hissed, giving me a sharp, violent shake that made my teeth clatter. My head snapped back, and the sudden movement sent a jarring, white-hot vibration down to my broken wrist, making the pins scream in the bone. "Why was he standing over you like a goddamn bodyguard? Did you give him a reason to pity you? Did you make me look like a villain in my own office?"
"Jason, please!" I cried out, the pain in my shoulders blooming into a dull, sickening roar. "You're hurting me! Please, stop! My arm!"
I winced, my body instinctively curling inward, trying to pull away while simultaneously trying to stay still so I wouldn't shatter the surgical work. The terror was back—that cold, familiar weight in the pit of my stomach that told
