The hallway was bright, clean, and cold too cold. The kind of sterile silence that hospitals wear like armor.
Nurse Grace Williams moved quickly down the corridor, her blue scrubs brushing against her knees as she walked. She had been pulled off her usual pediatric floor to cover the late ER shift. Short-staffed again, of course.
Halfway to the trauma bay, something stopped her not a sound, not a cry, just a feeling. Slumped against the beige tiled wall was an elderly Black man. Alone. He looked like he’d been through a storm—his clothes torn and soaked, his skin darkened by more than just age. He looked half-frozen. His knuckles were scraped raw. A dirty bandage hung loosely around his left arm.
But no one was helping him. Doctors walked by. Nurses stared ahead. One security guard glanced at him like he was….Read Full Story Here……………..
