In explosive, exciting Chapter 30 of World of Hurt
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World of
Hurt
A Novel of Las
Vegas
Richard J
Pietschmann
Chapter 30
Randy hung in the back of the
ER cubicle trying to stay out of the way as the pit bull emergency doctor
hurried over to a phone and yelled into it.
“Page Martone to get his
skinny ass to ER twelve fast as those spindly legs can
move.”
She slammed the phone back
down and resumed examining the nearly dead guy inch by inch. The monitors made
alarmed noises.
Randy said, “What’s wrong
with him?”
She spoke to the nurse
without looking at him.
“Epinephrine,
stat.”
S. Weinberg, M.D., looked up
at Randy. He knew what was coming.
“Let’s see. His vitals are
crap, he’s unconscious, his heart is barely ticking, and his organs are probably
shutting down. What’s wrong with him is he’s fucking
dying.”
He was beginning to
understand that she used hostility, vulgarity and sarcasm as a kind of armor to
keep people at a distance. It seemed to work well for her.
He asked another question he
knew would get a reaction.
“Why is he
blue?”
He wasn’t disappointed.
“Unless he escaped from that
Blue Man show, I don’t have a fucking clue.”
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