What the Cardiologist Knew
The emergency room at 4 A.M. has a quality of light that no artist has ever managed to paint. It is not white, not blue, not yellow. It is the color of fluorescent tubes burning out slowly over years of use, filtered through the beige walls of a hospital that has not been renovated since the nineties. I was standing at the nurses' station, reviewing a cardiac panel, when the ambulance doors...
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