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buried under his wool peacoat, so all I could see was one bare leg han

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ming drunk covered in his own blood, and the room started moving

me across the chaos. I sn

ad the monitor, called out his pressure, and got a line in his arm while he thrashe

the line and watched the lines flatten out into

ing at me. So was the head nurse. They e

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correct

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hand away hard

e a private trauma room,"

nurse's station. Pain shot up my spi

I was still on shift, and I stood at the counter with

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face into Darrel'

went to the platinum cufflink and twi

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went into the system. Time-stamped, ph

handed it to me in a room f

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leaned in. "Do

holding his brother's

publicist about the helicopter and the private facilit

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. Then I pulled the critical condition consent form

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ing in it. He snatched the pen and scrawled his na

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my back on him

cut off behind me. I leaned against

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s he was going to find out what was going to fall out of his hands,

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