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Paralyzed by Malpractice, Betrayed by My Father Chapter 8
"Ar… Ar…"The old man calmly finished for him. "Arthur Whitcomb. Leonard Whitcomb was my older brother. I've spent the last 23 years trying to find out what really happened to him."Before the anesthesiologist moved overseas, she signed a statement admitting that she'd prepared twice the proper dose because you told her to."He pulled a yellowed envelope from his jacket. "The prosecutor's office already has the original. This is a copy."Ben stumbled backward, his legs nearly giving out. He caught himself against the wall.After everything I'd been through, it was finally almost over.Hurried footsteps came from the far end of the hallway."Ben Fletcher?" the officer leading the group called out.Ben swayed unsteadily. "I… that's me.""You're suspected of multiple offenses involving abuse of your position. We need you to come with us for questioning."The handcuffs clicked shut around his wrists, and I felt a surge of satisfaction.Victor was handcuffed too, though he didn't
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The wheelchair rolled down the hallway, its wheels whispering against the floor. I sat upright, gripping the armrests.Nolan pushed me at a steady pace, as though he were protecting a crucial piece of evidence.Victor was the first to react. "Stop them! Security! Don't let them get away!"Two security guards hesitantly stepped forward, but Nolan pulled out his phone and showed them the screen. "I'm live right now. Touch either of us and see what happens."The guards stopped and glanced back at Ben.Ben recovered quickly, replacing his shocked expression with a kindly smile.He stepped forward, his voice so gentle it made my stomach turn. "Cassie, I'm so glad you're awake. We've been worried sick about you these past three months. Now that you're showing signs of recovery, we'll get you a full examination right away."I cut him off. "Mr. Fletcher, do you remember Leonard Whitcomb?"His smile froze.I kept going. "23 years ago. He was 42 and undergoing surgery for stomach cancer
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At noon, I heard footsteps in the hallway. I quickly lay back down and closed my eyes.The door opened. Alvin entered with Ben, Victor, and several notary officials.One of the officials spoke up. "All the paperwork's in order. The family's consented, and the hospital has certified that there's no chance of recovery. Everything's legal.""Good," Ben said. "We'll start at 3:00 pm sharp. I've already handled the press."Victor sounded disgustingly cheerful. "Dad, I'll go get the drugs ready.""Go ahead." Ben paused. "Alvin, you're sure everything's under control?"Alvin was silent for a moment before answering stiffly, "Yes.""Good. I covered for you back then, and I'll make sure this goes smoothly too. We've always helped each other out, haven't we?"Their footsteps faded, and the door closed behind them. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling.They certainly had a convenient way of looking out for each other. And my life was the price they expected me to pay.By the time
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The sedative began wearing off around 4:00 am. I opened my eyes and looked around.Meredith was asleep, curled up in the visitor's chair in the corner, tear stains still visible on her cheeks.Careful not to wake her, I tried moving my tongue. This time, it did exactly what I wanted.Next, I tried lifting my right hand. It was slow and stiff, but I managed to raise it off the mattress.I spread my fingers, then curled them into a fist. My joints cracked faintly.Three months. 90 days. 2,160 hours. After all that time, I was finally regaining control of my body.Tears welled up in my eyes. I'd been waiting so long for this moment.At six, the nursing aide came in as usual. I closed my eyes and pretended to be unconscious.As she wrung out a washcloth, she muttered, "Today's the day, poor thing. Let's get you cleaned up nice and proper. Hope you have better luck in your next life."Once she left, I went back to practicing. I could now turn my wrist, bend my elbow, and even lift
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I heard footsteps again 20 minutes later. Two people were approaching this time. Alvin and Victor.When the door opened, Alvin looked furious. Victor followed him in, grinning like a cat that had cornered a mouse."Meredith, step outside for a minute," Alvin said tightly.Meredith got up from the chair in the corner. She glanced at Alvin, then at Victor, before quietly leaving the room.Victor drew out his words, clearly enjoying himself. "Dr. Attwood, your daughter doesn't seem all that unresponsive to me. If word gets out about this, that expert testimony you gave could land you in serious trouble for perjury."Alvin ignored him and went straight to my bedside. He lifted my eyelids to examine my eyes. His hands were shaking.It was the first time I'd ever seen him like that."Patients in vegetative states can sometimes make involuntary movements. It doesn't mean anything.""Is that right?" Victor stepped closer and waved his hand in front of my face. My eyes followed it insti
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Two days left until my scheduled euthanasia.I'd been secretly practicing moving my body. Every little bit of progress gave me another chance to beat the clock.The door suddenly swung open. It was the middle of the night, and I wasn't expecting any visitors."Well, look who's still hanging in there."I recognized the voice immediately. It was Victor Fletcher, Ben Fletcher's only son and the man responsible for putting me in this condition. This was the first time he'd visited me in three months.He walked up to my bed, his white coat draped casually over his shoulders.He leaned down with a mocking smile. "Heard they're finally putting you out of your misery tomorrow. Figured I'd come say goodbye while I still had the chance."Really, you should be thanking me. What's the point of spending your life in a vegetative state? Better to die sooner rather than later."Maybe you'll have better luck in your next life. Pick a different family, though. You're about to die, and your pare
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