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

leather vest, tattoos up his neck, I made a judgment. I made it in two seconds.

He’d been in some kind of fight. That’s what I assumed. Bar brawl. Gang violence. Drug deal gone wrong. I’d seen it before.

There were other patients waiting. A mother with a sick toddler. An elderly man with chest pain. People who mattered. People who deserved my attention.continue reading …