The Angel of Death in ICU
Language: en
My dad was in the ICU, kept alive by a ventilator. Through the viewing window, I watched Nurse Tiffany pull out my dad's breathing tube, lift her phone, and flash a triumphant grin at his face. I burst in like a maniac, but she calmly reinserted the tube, smiling sweetly yet maliciously at me. "He's dying anyway. Why not make a contribution?" I called the police and went to President Thompson, but the entire hospital hailed her as a hero dedicated to saving lives. I, they said, was an ungrateful lunatic. Until I crashed her awards ceremony, slamming a piece of evidence onto the…