“You need to calm down, Mrs. Volkan.” The doctor began. “My partner will deliver all the details but I can assure you of one thing—”

“Dr. Karev!” A blonde-haired man yelled, running toward us. He adjusted his white jacket and offered his hand for a handshake. “You must be Mrs. Volkan?”

I glanced at Rade. I wanted an answer, not a back-and-forth. “Is my husband okay? I hope nothing is wrong and—”

“Wrong?” He shrugged. “Mr. Volkan is awake and fine. You brought him here at the right time and we were able to stop the bleeding.”

Relief sank into my bones and I turned to Rade, a soft sob...