What the hell, let them pull my license. Let them make it ugly. I'll go public. I'll tell anyone who cares to listen this hospital was willing to let a man die because a bloody bill was signed on a Tuesday rather than a Monday. We did something extraordinary here, Kerry.
Look, I've called the NRMP, I have scraped the bottom of the barrel, I have seen or spoken with more freaks that Dr. Phil. I am desperate, no offense, for anyone even remotely competent and/or sane.
This whole transplant situation, the new staff, my four-year-old daughter... it's all helped me see things more clearly. Mark's gone. So many of my friends are gone. There's... there's no reason to stay. Not for me. Not for Ella. I suppose I've known that for a long time now, but it's It's just hard to move on, isn't it? Would you apologize to everyone for me?
