“I’m not his doctor,” I said evenly. “I’m the charge nurse. I make sure everything is properly recorded.”

Her face lost color.

Marcus tried to speak. “Elena… listen…”

I leaned closer, checking his pulse.

“No,” I said softly. “Tonight, you listen.”

Dr. Patel rushed in, and the room erupted into action.

“Penetrating trauma to the left shoulder,” I reported. “Blood pressure dropping. Patient conscious but confused. Possible alcohol involvement.”

“I wasn’t drunk,” Marcus muttered weakly.

“Don’t write that,” Vanessa snapped.

Every nurse heard her.

“Everything said here is documented,” I replied.

Don’t Miss The Rest! Press Next Button Below To Continue Reading.