He was driving very fast down the busy avenue toward the hospital. Ten minutes ago, Sam had received a phone call from the hospital. His wife had been shot multiple times in a robbery attempt at the store down the street from their home. She was about to go to surgery, and the emergency room doctor suggested Sam get there soon. Sam's office was ten minutes away down the same avenue as the hospital. He would have gotten there two minutes before, but there was another driver on the road with him, driving just as fast, just as crazy.
The man in the white Mercedes was making Sam very angry. Didn't he know Sam's wife was dying?! Without thinking, Sam cut-off the Mercedes just two blocks from the hospital. The white Mercedes went flying into a utility pole. Sam looked through the rear-view mirror as the airbag in the Mercedes deployed. While Sam felt bad for doing that, he felt he had no other choice. He pressed on the gas pedal to be with his wife.
As he held her hand while she was being wheeled into the surgical sweet, Sam felt tears running down his eyes. The nurse told them she would go to surgery as soon as the surgeon got there. Minutes passed. "What's taking so long?" Sam asked with desperation.
The nurse picked up the phone, dialed a number, and asked, "Has Dr. Rollins gotten here yet? It's, uh, it's a white Mercedes, I think..."
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