Lyra's brows furrowed at what Lewis had said. "What happened to that doctor?"
She opened a drawer, took out her stethoscope, and draped it around her neck.
Lewis leaned in and spoke in a low voice. "He was stabbed four times. She aimed for his groin. The doctor survived, but I'm pretty sure the trauma will stay with him."
"Ah… no wonder you're so uneasy," Lyra said. "Let's go, Lewis."
They walked together toward the patient's room. As they reached the door, Lyra glanced down and read the name on the chart.
"Ivy Burn."
Before entering, they paused at the observation window to check on the patient's condition.
She was lying asleep on the floor, even though a fully prepared bed lay nearby.
Lyra held the file and reviewed the procedures that had already been carried out.
"They'd started her emergency contraception and post-assault care… good," she murmured softly.
"We'll check the wounds, see how they're healing."
