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Chapter 4 - THE DESPERATE MEASURESI wasn't dying, but I was being abandoned. I clawed my way off the stretcher, my abdomen feeling like it was being ripped apart. I didn't head for the OR. I headed for the supply room. If I was going to be left to rot, I would save myself. I found a suture kit and a localized anesthetic, my ICU training kicking in.

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