Ex-wife, Keep Your Distance from Me!1
My wife, a dedicated physician, lives to save lives.
Yet, after a dire crash nearly took my life, she opted to aid her old flame who had only minor scrapes.
As the clock ticked mercilessly on, I missed my chance for crucial medical intervention, and in utter despair, I breathed my last.
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Crash—
On the coastal highway, two sedans collided.
My gray sedan was sent careening through the guardrail, and I was ejected through the windshield.
"We need help—fast! Is there a doctor nearby? This is an emergency!"
"Has anyone called 911 yet? When's the ambulance due?"
Through my dazed state, the sounds of frantic running and shouting filled the air.
I managed to open my eyes.
I found myself crumpled at the cliff's edge, my limbs contorted unnaturally.
Several state troopers had gathered around me.
One, clutching his radio, looked increasingly desperate. "Didn't they say there was an emergency doctor here? Where is she?"
"What? She's tending to the Beetle driver? That's ridiculous!"
"The guy in the Beetle is barely scratched! This man is dying—get her over here!"
Four minutes.
Ten minutes.
Half an hour.
The golden hour crucial for saving lives slipped away.