Rain hammered against the glass of St. Brigid Medical Center, transforming the neon ambulance lights of downtown Chicago into distorted streaks of crimson and sapphire. Inside the emergency room, the atmosphere was thick with the usual Friday-night chaos—overcrowded, loud, and heavy with the smell of antiseptic and wet pavement. That rhythm shattered when the automatic doors were forced open with …
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