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

from a wound that should have killed him.”

Every word landed like a punch.

“And you made him wait forty-five minutes because he was wearing leather.”

He walked away.

Ray was in surgery for three hours.

I spent those three hours in a state I can’t fully describe. Not panic. Not guilt. Something deeper. The slow-burning realization that I might have killed continue reading …