Chapter 3 — Owen Hunt
Owen Hunt studied me across the hospital cafeteria.
Military recognizes military.
It's a silent language.
"You move like special forces," Owen said.
I smirked.
"And you stare like a colonel evaluating a recruit."
He chuckled.
"You still active?"
"No."
"Why medicine?"
"Because saving people feels better than losing them."
He nodded slowly.
"Fair answer."
Then he added—
"You should meet the trauma team."