Chapter 5 - The Horrifying Smell of Infection
The sight that met our eyes inside Trauma Room 2 made my stomach churn despite a decade of emergency medicine.
Emily’s entire forearm was swollen to twice its normal size, covered in dark, blistering purple and black necrosis.
Deep surgical staples were embedded directly into raw, rotting flesh where no legitimate orthopedic surgery should ever be.
Worse still, maggots and infected purulent discharge were actively breeding inside the untreated, unwashed wound cavity.
“Oh, sweet mother of God,” Marcus whispered, turning pale as he grabbed a basin to steady his sudden nausea.
Daniel stepped back toward the wall, his face draining of all color as panic finally replaced his arrogant facade.
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“This... this wasn’t supposed to happen... she fell down the stairs... it was just an accident,” Daniel stammered wildly.
“People don’t get surgical staples and necrotic tissue from a simple accidental fall down carpeted stairs, Mr. Harris,” I said slowly.
