The rain hammered down mercilessly on the streets of the city, creating pools of murky water that reflected the dim street lights. Jamal Evans, drenched and shivering, stumbled through the main doors of St. George Hospital.
His clothes were filthy, clinging to his thin frame, and the pungent smell of the streets surrounded him like a cloud. Jamal had been homeless for years, but tonight, the pain in his chest had become unbearable.
As he approached the front desk, his vision blurred slightly, his legs felt weak, and his breathing was labored. The bright fluorescent lights of the hospital lobby felt harsh against his tired eyes. A young woman behind the counter looked up from her computer, her eyes narrowing as they landed on Jamal.
“Can I help you?” she asked, her voice filled with a thinly veiled irritation. Jamal opened his mouth to speak, but…..Read Full Story Here……………..
