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across the desk.
“She couldn’t have authorized it.”
Dennis York, the patient advocate, read the first page, then looked at Jackie.
“You did the right thing.”
Jackie looked back toward the surgical floor.
“She’s going to wake up alone, isn’t she?”
Clayton’s jaw tightened.
“No,” he said. “She won’t.”
That is how a nurse I had known for less than four hours became continue reading …
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