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

bleed because of his leather vest.

What happened in the next two hours is something I’ll never forgive myself for.

I ran to bed seven. Drew the curtain back. Ray was lying on his side with his hand pressed against the wound. The gauze the paramedics had packed was soaked through. Blood had pooled on the bed beneath him. It was dripping onto the floor.continue reading …