(Sloane)
I was in the supply room on the third floor. Restocking gauze and bandages.
It was Thursday. The day after the media circus at the hospital entrance.
Things had calmed down a bit. The reporters were gone. Security had made sure of that.
But the gossip was still there. The stares. The whispers.
I'd gotten used to it. Sort of.
I was putting the last box of gloves on the shelf when I heard the door open behind me.
I turned around.
Ashley was standing there.
"Sloane," she said.
"Ashley."
She closed the door. Locked it.
I raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"
"We need to talk."
"About what?"
"About Vaughn."
I sighed. "I don't have anything to say about Vaughn."
"Well I do."
I crossed my arms. "Then say it and get out. I have work to do."
She stepped closer. "You n
