Jioni ran into the clinic and slammed the door shut. It rattled the ceiling lights, and the door hung off the hinges. Jioni huffed a sigh of relief; she could feel her heart pounding as she held it, but she could also feel Emmitt’s glare from afar. She lifted the metal door and wedged it back in place. Hesitant, she turned and was greeted by a pouting Emmitt; his hands on his hips.
