Dr. Marsh had already lifted the prepared syringe from the tray beside the table. Her hand stopped.
She stood for a moment with the syringe in the air, looking at Rex with an expression that had shifted, subtly but unmistakably, from the composed attentiveness of a practitioner managing a difficult procedure to something sharper and more investigative.
She set the syringe down.
“Wait,” she said.
The word landed in the silence with unusual clarity. Everyone looked at her.
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