C19 ICE NINETEEN: ANGELS IN SCRUBS.

MADISON’S POV:

The sirens hadn’t stopped since I rushed into the hospital.

Fifteen hours. That's how long I'd been on my feet since the emergency alert had shrieked through every hospital in the city. Code Red. All hands on deck.

I hadn’t taken a breath in hours. I’d barely left the trauma wing since the moment I left Thane. One school shooting. One lunatic with a machete