MORGAN'S POV:

"Morgan, you can't be doing this right now."

My voice was as shaky as my hands right now. "I have to," I said, brushing through my hair hastily. "I have to leave. Now. I can't stay here any longer." I dropped the brush on the bed and picked up a small pocket mirror. My eyes shone with tears, tears that I would not let fall no matter what the hell happens.

"Morgan, it's two am. It's dark out there and it's not safe."

I swerved around and met Winston's eyes. Deep down I felt really guilty right now. He just finished an eighteen hour surgery, he shouldn't have...