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

stomach drop.

“He pulled out nine people before he went down,” the biker said. “There are still four in that bus. And Ray keeps saying he has to go back.”

I turned around and looked at the man I’d left bleeding in bed seven for forty-five minutes.

He wasn’t a gangster. He wasn’t a criminal.

He was the reason nine people were still alive.

And I’d let him continue reading …