Murder in the Emergency Room
Language: en
When I drew my last breath on that icy street corner, the infected sores on my body were still oozing. People crossed the road to avoid me, whispering that I was cursed, that anyone who came near would suffer. After a contaminated needle pricked me in the ER, not a single colleague stepped in to help. I was left to rot. It all traced back to Dylan. Because of him, the Chief took away my surgical scrubs and handed me a mop, demoting me to biohazard waste duty. "Carter can no longer practice medicine," Dylan announced to the entire floor the next day. "If he stays, he'll bring down the…