| The siren is howling and the ambulance is shifting back and forth weaving through the Monday morning rush hour traffic.
The emergency medical technicians are checking your vital signs and using that “doctor speak” that you hear on television.
The pain in your chest is almost unbearable, yet even through the hazy fog of pain your mind keeps shifting back to one nagging thought, “Why didn’t I buy that health plan?
What is Amy going to do? Even if I make it, there’s no way we can afford this!”
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