The Sister’s Oaththe Fluorescent Lights Of The Private Consultation Room At Chicago General Hummed With A Quiet, Sterile Menace. Outside, The Autumn Rain Beat A Frantic Rhythm Against The Thick Glass, Blurring The Skyline Of A City That Bowed To The Name Morgan. But Inside, Time Had Seemingly Frozen The Moment Dr. Elena Morgan Lowered Her Surgical Mask And Revealed The Familiar, Sharp-Cheeked Face Of My Sister-In-Law.