After I Refused To Pay Tuition, A Family Dispute Turned Violent—and Went On Record

my arm without waiting for an answer. The Velcro rasped against my skin.

“One hundred over sixty,” he said a few seconds later. “Tachycardic. Pupils?”

The older one flicked open a penlight and shined it in my eyes.

“Unequal,” he said. “Left sluggish.”

“I’m a physician,” I told them. “Chief of medicine at County General. I need a cervical collar before continue reading …