The hospital hallway smelled like antiseptic and burnt coffee.
I walked through it like I had walked through field hospitals in Iraq and Afghanistan—eyes sharp, shoulders square, scanning everything.
Old instincts never leave.
When I reached the ICU doors, Dr. Pete Rodriguez was waiting.
He looked older. More gray in his beard. More lines around his eyes.
But when he …
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