TWENTY-EIGHT
It had been almost two hours when an exhausted-looking Dr. Sanchez made his sudden entry into the surgical waiting room through the hole in the wall and peeled away his surgical mask. Beth searched his face for any sign of good news, as she felt her fears mount with each step towards her. “Please tell me. Will he make it?” she blurted out before he could speak.
He drew a breath and replied, “We were able to remove the bullet and a couple of fragments. The good news is that the bullet missed major organs and we have repaired the blood vessels to stop internal bleeding. That said, a bullet tears away at the complex way our abdomens are put together and your husband lost a lot of blood.” He paused a moment to choose his words carefully and then added, “When a foreign object pen
