Carter tried to guide Emma out of the hallway, but she shook her head.
"I'm filthy."
She needed to get back to the locker room and change out of her surgical scrubs.
Carter didn't care. "It's fine. I'll carry you."
"I'm not that exhausted," Emma laughed softly. "But I am starving."
"As soon as you change, I'm taking you to dinner," Carter promised instantly.
Emma nodded and turned toward the locker rooms.
Logan stepped forward, looking like he wanted to say something.
"Move. You're in my way."
Emma didn't even look up. She had absolutely zero energy left to deal with the Lockwoods.
"I want to talk to you about the lab situation."
Before Emma could reply, Carter cut in, his patience gone.
"Logan, she's been standing over an operating table since nine this morning. It's been over ten hours. She is exhausted."
His voice was dripping with ice. Logan pressed his lips together, realizing his timing was terrible.
"Every doctor gets tired. Why is she acting so preten—Ah!"
Before Gillian could finish her sentence, Jeff, on Carter's silent order, grabbed her by the collar and started dragging her out of the corridor.
"Let go of me!"
Gillian thrashed wildly. Carter's voice was devoid of mercy. "Keep her quiet."
"Gillian!"
Violet stepped out of the elevator just in time to see the commotion and rushed forward to protect her daughter.
Recognizing her, Jeff paused and looked at Carter for his next command.
Carter, however, looked down at Emma.
"Jeff, take them downstairs. I'll go out through the surgical wing."



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