I at last surrender. "He didn't get the ready today," I lie. "Get him to a clinic quick, please."
I stay with Zacarias as they truck him down the lift, through the entryway, and outside toward the rescue vehicle. A surgeon checks Zacarias's heartbeat and takes a gander at me with compassion and it's screwing horse crap.
"We need to get him to the clinic, you see that!" I say. "Please! Quit screwing around! How about we go!"
"I'm grieved. He's gone."
"Take care of YOUR JOB AND GET HIM TO THE f*****g HOSPITAL!"
Another doctor opens the emergency vehicle's back entryways, however he doesn't place Zacarias toward the back. He pulls out a body pack.
Hellfire no.
I grab the body pack from his hand and toss it into the brambles since body sacks are intended for carcasses and Zacarias isn't
