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Chapter Twenty-Eight: Loss
I ripped the oxygen mask off my face. “I said I’m fine!” I barked at the balding male nurse that was desperately trying to take my vital signs. “I need to know where my people are!” I had a blood pressure cuff wrapped around my arm and an oxygen sensor clipped to my finger. The nurse’s eyes bugged out at me from behind his glasses. He seemed nervous. I think he knew who I was. “There were several people brought into the emergency department from your home, sir, but we are not allowed to disclose any information…” “Oh f**k that, get me a god damn wheel chair man!” I tried to sit myself up and swing my legs off the stretcher that was way too short for my body. “Sir, if you would please just relax until the doctor comes to see--” “Do not tell me to relax! I want a wheelchair in here, NOW.
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