It’s Mr.
Villanueva’s surgery. Family’s very nervous. I told them . . .
“No one dies on my table.”
Twelve hours
later, I smiled for the first time that day. Vital signs were good; we’ve done
a good job. He’ll live.
I look
at the x-ray again. I’ve been looking at these things all my life. When I look at x-rays I see their bones and
their souls; their lives, words, and danger.
My team
came to me. Panic in their eyes. He had
cardiac arrest. I held his heart and pumped.
He died
with his heart in my hands.
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