My Parents Left Me in the ICU for My Brother’s Game, So I Made One Call

anger, or not only with anger, but with the same decisiveness I brought to the operating room, where you don’t leave a wound open when you have the means to close it cleanly.

“Skyler.” Janet’s voice from the clinic doorway the next morning. “We’ve got a lab with a foreign body and an extremely guilty expression. Ready to scrub in?”

I slid my phone into continue reading …