“What happened?” Galen asked.
“Her heart gave out,” Bell said with a sniffle. “She came out of the coma, her adrenaline spiked harder than ever before, and no one could catch it in time.”
Galen closed his eyes. He wished he could hold her in his arms and offer her his support.
“Her heart was already weak; she was on borrowed time before bringing her in.”
“Bell–” Galen began.
“Don’t say you’re sorry,” Bell quickly interrupted. “I hate that.”
“I know,” Galen smiled sadly. “I was going to say, if you need anything from me or our facilities, all you need to do is ask.”
Bell was surprised.
“From your facilities?” she asked. “What do you mean?”
“With the autopsy, I thought we might be able to help.”
“Why would I do an autopsy on my friend, Galen?” Bell asked with a wave of anger in her voice that made him nervous.
“I just thought–”
“That I would want to cut open my dead friend when I already know what she died from?!” Bell spat.
