I Was Fired and Walking Home—Then Two Helicopters Landed Looking for Me

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Why is this vagrant occupying a trauma bed?” Alcott snapped, flipping through the chart. “No insurance, no identification. We’re not a homeless shelter, Bennett. Transfer him to the county clinic.”

Rachel finally looked up, her blue eyes tired but fierce. “Dr. Alcott, he’s septic. His heart rate is erratic. If we move him now, he goes continue reading …