Nineteen Thousand Dollars, a Forged Signature, and a Flight to the Dominican Republic
I handed her my last credit card and watched the screen on the card reader, waiting for the charge to go through.
The machine beeped and printed a long white receipt.
Nurse Gregory came out from behind the counter and handed me a thick stack of paperwork on a blue clipboard.
“Initial the bottom of every page,” Gregory said.
“Sign the last one to accept full medical responsibility.”
I took the plastic pen from the cup.
I read every line of the discharge summary.
I checked the medical codes and the dietary instructions.