As the sirens of the approaching paramedics wailed in the distance, Natalie carefully slipped the medicine bottle from his grasp. She shone her light on the label. It wasn't the standard generic brand the pharmacy usually dispensed. It was a highly specialized, experimental immunosuppressant—the real, pure version of the drug Ashley desperately needed.
And printed neatly on the prescriber line was a name the entire town knew and revered: Dr. Harrison Vance.