It's absolutely not because I'm some grand, mission-driven person.
Still holding the receiver, I stared blankly at the pointless argument unfolding far away in the treatment room.
Even now, fecal contents were probably spreading through the patient's abdomen.
If that old man didn't back down, there was a 99 percent chance he'd die of septic shock within a few hours.
And I'd have to watch it happen helplessly.
Because... because it just felt off.
That was it.
Unease.
The moment he signed the DAMA paperwork and left this hospital in an ambulance.
And the moment, a few hours later, when another hospital's ER would call him DOA...
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