TWENTY FOUR
STEVE ARKIN rushed into the emergency room and to the front desk at the Bronx hospital. “D’Andre Walker, please.”
A distracted middle-aged nurse typed and then shook her head. “No. Afraid not. He’s in critical condition.”
“Just one minute.”
Steve moved toward the swinging entrance doors.
The nurse shifted to block his path. “Sir! I said no!”
Steve froze before her. “Please. I won’t upset him. I promise. He'll want to see me.”
She turned and peeked back through the rectangular windows into the ER. “...You go in one minute. And come right out.”
“I will.”
She walked back to her station, gazing off the other way.
Steve rushed into the ER.
D’Andre slept unattended in a little cubby, curtained off from the others. An oxygen mask strapped to his face, he looked peaceful. Th
