Carla grabbed Mira’s arm. “I don’t have insurance. I can’t—they said a CT is two thousand dollars.”
He pulled up his stained shirt. Below his ribs, a four-inch laceration—not surgical. Jagged. Edges already purple with necrosis. the pitt s01e03 m4b
Carla’s face crumbled. “Then you’re telling me I have to choose between his life and our rent?” Carla grabbed Mira’s arm
“Someone thought I had something of theirs,” he said quietly. “I didn’t.” the pitt s01e03 m4b
“We need imaging,” she said. “And I’m calling a social worker.”
“He fell off the monkey bars an hour ago,” a paramedic said. “Now he’s vomiting, pupils sluggish.”