My Son Called Me From The Hospital. When I Arrived, The Doctor Went Quiet And Said, “You Know He’s Our Chief Of Surgery… Right?”

a teenager staring blankly at a wall with dried blood on his sleeve.

I walked in with my St. Catherine’s badge visible, not because I wanted to intimidate anyone, but because I wanted the system to recognize a language it respected. At the desk, the intake clerk looked up.

“I’m here for Ethan Mills. He’s been here since around 1:30 a.m.”

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