"Ms. Langley, that wheelchair was brought for Dr. Pierce. You can't..."Vanessa glanced at me as though offering charity, then snapped at the nurse."Can't you see who the patient is? He's a doctor. What could possibly be wrong with him? Keep interfering and I'll file a complaint accusing this hospital of discriminating between patients, refusing emergency care, and making sick people compete for equipment."I watched her guard Damian with that fierce, desperate care.I could no longer remember the last time she had defended me that way.The room went rigid.Vanessa pushed the wheelchair away by force.Erin looked at me pleadingly, and I answered quietly, "It's fine. I'm not dead yet."The moment my wound was dressed, Vanessa sent someone over with a thermos.A handwritten note was clipped to the lid.[I'm sorry, Adrian. Damian just lost a child and isn't emotionally stable. Please be patient with him. After all, I agreed to the procedure for your sake.][Damian isn't feelin
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