I had been in the ER for nineteen grueling hours, desperately fighting to keep a
I HAD BEEN WORKING FOR NINETEEN HOURS TO SAVE A CHILD’S LIFE, BUT THE DIRECTOR’S SON DEMANDED I STOP JUST TO TREAT HIS GIRLFRIEND’S SCRATCH! It was 2:17 a.m. in the Mercy Ridge ER. I stood at Bed 6, my hands steady despite being exhausted to the bone, fighting to keep Mason alive—a seven-year-old boy…
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