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There was nothing she could have done to save that man's life. A doctor cannot save everyone. That's something Eleanor's father had installed into her front the cradle.
But as Eleanor stood outside, cold night air stinging her cheeks with snow under her feet and blood stained hands, she couldn't shift the guilt she felt.
People came to her because they trusted her and because they had no other option. There should have been something she could have done to give that man more time.
It wasn't fair. Life and death rarely were, Eleanor knew that but it didn't help.