Three hours later, I stepped out of the medical check-up center clutching the fresh report the doctor had just handed me.
It clearly stated, "Nerve conduction completely normal."
I sat down at a coffee shop on the street corner and ordered an iced Americano.
I hit the power button on my phone.
The little red badge in the corner of the w******p icon had blown up to "99+".
The department w******p group was already going absolutely ballistic.
A: Mr. Lane was transferred to the ICU. I heard his brain was deprived of oxygen for way too long. The expert panel says he will probably be paralyzed for life.
B: Oh my god! How could a medical accident this bad happen?
I scrolled all the way to the bottom, and there it was, a thousand-word performative post from Ivy.
Ivy: I am so sorry, everyo
