Outside, the dusk light hit the hospital parking lot just as the sirens started blaring—not from arriving ambulances, but from expensive sports cars. A row of pristine BMWs, Audis, and Porches sat trapped across the red emergency pavement.
Valets scrambled like headless chickens while the heavy steel bed of a flatbed tow truck backed into position with a loud mechanical whine. Dr. Luis watched from the safety of the wide front steps, taking a slow sip of his drink and adjusting his tight bow tie.
Right on cue, local news anchor Trent Sterling sprinted out through the glass doors mid-broadcast, microphone still clutched in his hand and his signature hair gel completely failing him. “Hey! Drop that cable right now! That is a hundred-thousand-dollar German machine!” Sterling shrieked, waving his arms hysterically at the operator.