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room began to spin around her.
    “Are you okay?” Lily shot her a worried frown.
    “Yeah.” She closed her eyes.
    After a minute, her equilibrium settled, and Sarah walked to the hazard bin to deposit the bag, tube, and needle before moving toward their supplies cabinet. She took one alcohol swab and dabbed at the blood from her arm before securing a bandage on the open site. The room swirled. It was most likely the fatigue setting in. Suppressing the urge to empty her stomach, Sarah hurried to the sink and braced her hands on the edge.
    Footsteps sounded behind her when Lily approached, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You did the right thing.”
    Stifling the tears pooling in her eyes, Sarah blinked several times before turning to face her friend. “I hope so, but why do I get the feeling that my action is going to cost me something much more important?”
    Lily searched Sarah’s face, her expression softening. “You’re not regretting your decision, are you?”
    “Not one bit.” Sarah shook her head. Her conviction remained solid, but events had caught up with her at last. She stumbled forward, and Lily caught her arm, pulling her into an embrace.
    “What now?” Lily whispered.
    “I don’t know. I guess time will tell.” Tears began to spill, and she was powerless to fight them. She held Lily in a fierce grip. Too many protocols had been broken, and she’d crossed the ethics line, which no doubt would anger her father. Her body shuddered as the reality of her situation hit her hard. Lily embraced her with tenderness, rubbing her back in soothing circles.
    They stood there for a long time. The only sound audible was Sarah’s sobbing and the steady beep of the EKG monitor. After another minute ticked by, Lily took one step back to scrutinize her friend’s face.
    “Hey, I don’t mean to burst your bubble, but I believe you’re promised to the man I love. So why don’t you feast your eyes now?” She gestured to the stranger.
    “What do you mean?” Sarah wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and turned, her gaze wandering in the direction of the examination table.
    “Give that good-looking man one last look, because you’ll be Mrs. Meda very, very soon.”
    The sadness in Lily’s voice shattered Sarah to pieces. She knew how much Lily and Trimble loved each other, but the cruel fact remained. She and Trimble would be tying the knot soon. They were expected to continue the long bloodline of their ancestors and would be held accountable for ensuring the survival of that legacy. Though their hearts abhorred the idea, their sense of responsibility superseded their own desires.
    Sarah asked, “Why do I need to look at him?” Her eyes traveled again to the man’s face, questioning her attraction. She noted his even breathing, but his pained expression still lingered. Unable to turn away, she wondered what color his eyes were. She had met many boys at the university, good-looking ones, yet this man took the prize. He was stunning and oozing male vitality, even in his deplorable state. The bare chest peeking out from the thin white sheet made her want to run her hand over it to feel his body. Sarah shook her head and tried to dispel the overwhelming sensation coursing through her.
    The two women heard voices outside of the clinic, and then Trimble, Mark, and Mr. V entered the room with a raggedy stretcher.
    “Is he ready?” Trimble asked, shooting a quick glance in Lily’s direction.
    “He’s all yours,” Sarah said, getting the IV from the pole and handing it to Lily. She heard a weak moan and saw the man shiver. After retrieving a thicker blanket, she wrapped it around his body.
    “I did what I could. I’m rooting for you, and I’m going to pray that you make it,” she whispered, rubbing his arm in the process. It felt good to tell him how she felt, even if her words meant nothing to the unconscious man.
    While Trimble and the others worked fast to transfer the patient onto the gurney,