Chapter 90

She gestured for them to step outside the room. "Mr. Jamieson's got Stage 4 Acute Myeloid Leukemia. Doc says he's on borrowed time, maybe a week, tops. Our job's just to keep him comfy. Most of the time, he's either knocked out or in serious pain."

"Why not just end his suffering?"

"We're not playing God here. Only He gets to make that call."

"Well, I'm gonna go in there and put him out of his misery."

"I already told you, you're not laying a finger on my patients."

"I ain't gonna touch him. I'm gonna end him."

He turned to his buddies. "Keep her here, so she don't get in the way."

Alan had been tuning in to the whole exchange and was primed for action. He'd slipped out of his IVs and stationed himself in the corner, ready for the intruder's entrance. As soon as the guy barged in, Alan pressed Sergeant's gun