“If he doesn’t get this surgery, he’ll die.”
He noted Dr. Jago’s raised voice. He’d never heard his mentor yell before. Strange that when it happened, it should be on his behalf.
Turning his head on the pillow, he gazed past his morphine drip and out the window. The elder’s reply sounded as if from a great distance:
“You should have sent him
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