บท 3: Chapter 3

“I’m going to give him pain medication through the IV. Because it’s only his cheek and the other victims have more severe burns, he’ll have to wait his turn. I’ve called a pediatric plastic surgeon to take care of Colin. However, the doctor lives thirty minutes out, and then he’ll have to wait for an operating room to be free.” The resident walked away.

Rory made a decision. He took two steps and put his hand on the doctor’s shoulder. The doctor turned his head, annoyed. “I want him transferred to New York Presbyterian Hospital on Sixty-Eighth Street in Manhattan. I’ll call Colin’s doctor. We come from the city. If he needs to be in the hospital so long, it would be a burden on both his mother and me to travel here every day, especially since I have shift work.” Rory’s face was stone cold. His boy couldn’t wait for an operating room to be free or for some unknown physician to show up.