[The Night Shift] ~~ 10 Years

[The Night Shift] ~~ 10 Years

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"The defendant is guilty." The judge slammed the gavel down and Scott's face dropped even more than it already was. The plaintiff put Scott's arms behind his back and started to cuff him up. "I didn't mean to hurt him! I tried my best to save him! You can't do this! I am an experienced surgeon and I would never kill a patient!" Chances are the San Antonio Memorial team would never see him again, and if they did he would never be the same again. The Scott they knew would be gone forever. What if Scott couldn't save that kid he hit with his car? What if he was sued and taken to court and jailed? Well this is it.
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