Twenty doctors couldn’t get near him. The injured Marine captain fought every hand that tried to help, his mind still trapped in the ambush that nearly killed him outside Barstow. Then a new nurse stepped forward—someone the hospital barely knew.
She leaned close to his ear and whispered five words that weren’t in any medical textbook.
They were classified, a fallback code only his unit would know.
His eyes locked on hers.
His breathing steadied. And when his vitals crashed seconds later, this nurse took command of that room like no doctor ever could.
But who was she?
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Twenty doctors had already tried.
Twenty highly trained medical professionals, each with years of experience in trauma care, each confident they could reach the wounded Marine captain thrashing on the gurney in front of them. And every single one of them had failed.
Captain Logan Cross wasn’t just resisting treatment. He was fighting for his life against the very people trying to save it.
His eyes saw enemies where there were only nurses.
His mind heard gunfire where there were only the steady beeps of monitors.
Fresh from an ambush just outside Barstow, California, his body was in San Diego General Hospital—but his consciousness remained trapped in that hellish moment when everything went wrong. The attending physicians didn’t understand.
How could they?
They saw a patient refusing care. They saw someone being difficult, irrational, dangerous even.
They saw a problem that needed to be sedated, restrained, controlled.
What they couldn’t see—what none of them had the training or the experience to recognize—was that Logan wasn’t in that hospital room at all.
In his mind, he was still pinned down under enemy fire, still watching his men fall around him, still making impossible split-second decisions about who lived and who didn’t.
Every hand that reached toward him was another threat. Every voice was another danger to assess and neutralize. His training had kept him alive in combat.
But now that same training was preventing anyone from helping him survive his wounds.
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