The Girl He Called Desperate

ic smells. I found the ICU and saw my father through the gl

down the hall, lo

s my dad. He' s... he' s critical. You have t

d Andrew, the boy who' d promised to sa

into the ICU, barking orders, taking charge. A small, fragile bubbl

hen his phone buzzed. He glanced at it, and his face changed

this," he mutter

lle' s shrill voice

y is screaming at me in the ER! They' re saying their

from his phone to my father on the be

his voice rushed, dismissive. "My intern can h

a junior resident fumblin

screamed, but he

The monitors started beeping wildly, a frantic, high-p

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her wa