I Refused To Treat A Bleeding Biker Because They’re Gangsters And Criminals

His organs were failing. And he was asking about strangers on a bus.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“Find out. Please. There was a girl. Maybe ten. She was stuck in the back. I couldn’t reach her.”

“I’ll find out.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise.”

He closed his eyes. They took him through the double doors.

I stood in the hallway with blood on my scrubs. His blood. Blood continue reading …