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

His face was gray. His breathing was shallow and fast. His eyes were glassy.

Forty-five minutes. I’d given this man forty-five minutes to bleed.

“I need a doctor in here now!” I shouted down the hall.

Dr. Okafor came running. He took one look at Ray and his expression changed.

“How long has he been waiting?”

I couldn’t answer.

“How long?”

“Forty-five minutes.continue reading …