My Son Called Me From The Hospital. When I Arrived, The Doctor Went Quiet And Said, “You Know He’s Our Chief Of Surgery… Right?”

a beat. “Okay. Then we do it right. We go for the board. We go for the pattern. And we don’t let them bury it with a check.”

Three hours and twenty-two minutes later, Kowalski came through the OR doors looking exhausted. His mask was down, hair damp with sweat, eyes tired in the way surgeons’ eyes get when they’ve been elbow-deep in a crisis.

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