Chapter 9 “Take It Out!”

• Lexa’s [POV]
• “Lexa! I need you.” Dr. Rob rushed past me, but I was already on my way into the room with him. “Motorcycle accident; he’s unconscious. Let’s see what kind of injuries we’re dealing with.”
• “I’m already on it.” I could peel a person from their clothes faster than a supermodel during fashion week, but considering I used scissors, I guess I was cheating. I hadn’t looked at the man’s face yet, no need to waste time — though if his body was any indication, I knew he must have a pretty mug.