The doors to the surgery room opens and even though he could hide he stays there. One of the other doctors who looks surprised to see him, more confused than suspicious.

It's a transparent lie to say Carlisle dropped his cuff links and Edward had promised to look when he came to get the assignments for his lass. Easy to keep on talking and slip out before the thought, why hadn't he just called, can make it to words.

To walk down a hallway, not thinking and letting all the stupid noise filter through him. All the people hurting and hopeful, dismal and dying, some of them so far from consciousness they were a dull hum.



And something, something at the edge of his thoughts, he stopped, scrunching his eyes and listened.