An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The files laid out in front of her belonged to every patient she had personally seen over the last six months. She’d expand to twelve months as soon as she got through this stack, but her eyesight was blurred with exhaustion and made it increasingly difficult to focus.
The answer had to be here somewhere, here in the papers laid out before her. There had to be a connection, something they were missing. Why Kerry? Why Henry? How did they find him, how did they know where to go? Have they been waiting long? Could it have something to do with Sandy - had she made an enemy somehow? Sure, she had a hot temper, but Sandy was a firefighter, a hero.
“What are you doing?” Abby said softly. “You should be home, try to get some sleep.”
“I’m monitoring my alertness.” Kerry said robotically, repeating the prepared statement a third time in the same way she had to Haleh and Carter.
