My Father Chose the Killer

A highway pursuit of a fugitive ended in a crash. I was rushed to the hospital alongside a death-row convict.

"The patient's left chest cavity has been pierced by rebar. He needs emergency surgery immediately. Get his family on the line!"

I did not want my mother, who was thousands of miles away, to worry. I forced myself to stay conscious and prepared to sign the consent form on my own.

Yet the deputy chief of the military hospital snatched the form out of my hands. He ordered the staff to wheel me out of the operating room by force, all so they could treat the barely scratched convict…