The automatic doors hissed open for the seventeenth time since 7 a.m. Mira didn’t look up—she was stitching a gash on a construction worker’s forearm. The man hadn’t blinked. “Seen worse,” he’d said. Mira believed him.
Mira didn’t hesitate. “Order the CT,” she told the nurse. “Bill me personally if you have to. I’ll figure it out later.” the pitt s01e03 m4b
She found him on the gurney, boots off, one sock missing. His face was gaunter than before, but his eyes were clear. That was the surprise. The automatic doors hissed open for the seventeenth
Carla grabbed Mira’s arm. “I don’t have insurance. I can’t—they said a CT is two thousand dollars.” the pitt s01e03 m4b