Chapter 18

Vancouver General Hospital was a sprawling complex in midtown Vancouver, and despite the excellent care provided there, being on the campus always made me feel like I couldn't breathe.

This place was too tied to both the physical pain from the crash and the emotional pain that had driven me to it. Maybe if Priya had a kid one day, I'd manage to get through the front doors without bile rising in my throat at the smell of disinfectant and baked-in food. As always, as soon as I walked inside the main tower, my skin went clammy and my ears rang with the shouts of nurses racing me down a hallway, the lights a blur from my concussion and blood in my eyes, before I'd fallen into a coma.

Just because VGH was safe and predictable didn't mean it was easy for me to return there, but one way or another, this visit would provide a clearer timeframe for when I'd been tattooed.

I took a steadying breath and went to find my former surgeon.