The airline attendant, a young man with a crisp uniform and tired eyes, froze. His name badge read Owen. He shifted uncomfortably before replying. “We only have two seats left.” His gaze flicked toward Julia, who was still kneeling, trying desperately to collect her scattered belongings.
Julia straightened just enough to speak, her stethoscope dangling from her hand. “Please, I need one of those seats. I’m a surgeon, and this is an emergency. A patient’s life depends on me making this flight.”
The man didn’t even glance at her. He slapped a credit card onto the counter. “The tickets are ours. Book them.”
His partner, a gentle-looking woman with auburn hair and worried eyes, hesitated. “Caleb, maybe we should let her have one of the seats? She said it’s an emergency.”
