CHAPTER NINE
Morgan was anything but okay.
He’d come damn close to making a significant mistake today. He’d almost missed a case of sepsis in one of his patients. He didn’t know where his head had been. Certainly not analyzing Reta Shuman’s white blood cell count or procalcitonin levels with any accuracy. Luckily, Ayres – of all people – caught it before significant damage was done. He’d clapped Morgan on the back and said something about good turns and everyone making mistakes and had walked away. No gloating. Morgan had misjudged the man and he was damn grateful that Ayres had been there today.
Reta could easily have died.
But Ayres couldn’t be there every day and the miscalculation shook Morgan. Hard. He’d never made that kind of error before. So he’d marched into his office and fir
