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

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everyone survived. A cheer went up. Amy cried again, this time from relief.

Then one of the bikers, an older guy with a white beard and reading glasses, walked up to me.

“You the nurse who made him wait?”

The room went quiet. Every biker turned to look at me.

“Yes,” I said.

He studied me. “You know he’s got a Purple Heart from Desert Storm? Before he was continue reading …

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