Security nearly tore him off his feet as Nick lunged forward. "Let me go, you jerks! I'm her husband, she's my wife!" he bellowed, voice raw and dangerous, every syllable shaking the ICU corridor.
A nurse stepped between him and the closed doors, palms up. "Sir, please, there are other patients. Lower your voice." Her calm was brittle under the tension.
Vicky arrived a heartbeat later, breathless, eyes blazing. She pushed through the small crowd to the hallway outside of ICU and looked to the doctor for answers.
The doctor, gray at the temples and iron in his tone, didn't soften. "The patient told us she has no husband," he said, voice clipped with professional distance. "She said it was the eve of her wedding last night and that she was pushed overboard and left in the ocean. My first duty is to protect her, legally and medically."
