This was the second time for her. The first was when he was injured in the bombing of the Preston Community Church. And now that he was in critical condition as a result of trying to save her life, there was no way that she would leave his side. Shari was one of the most loyal people Murphy had ever met. When he got to the room, he hesitated for a moment. Shari was sitting in a chair next to Paul’s bed. Her eyes were closed. Maybe she’s sleeping. She’s been through a lot. Tubes were running out of Paul’s nose and arms. Electrical wires were attached to his body and to monitors, which were registering his blood pressure and heart rate. He lay unconscious and motionless. I’ll let her sleep, she needs the rest. He turned and started to go when his shoe made a slight squeaking sound on the polished floor. Shari opened her eyes. “Dr. Murphy.”
