World of
Hurt
A
Novel of Las Vegas
Richard J
Pietschmann
Chapter
29
Randy and the foul-mouthed but
honey-voiced trauma surgeon stood in the crowded corridor and glared at each
other. They paid no attention to the personnel and gurneys streaming around them
like a fast-flowing creek parting around a boulder. Neither did the almost
hairless, blue-tinged guy slumped in the wheelchair between them.
“He needs help, now,” Randy said.
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