What do I think I am, having influenced the fate of ten people? Why did he take the lead, depriving him of the necessary medical care? Yes, I saved them from death, and there may still be a way out. But how to look into the hazy eyes of the pale Uwe, merging with the color of the sheet?

He silently asks for help. Doesn't blame, just silently waits to be rescued. He needs care. And I can't help. I can't even say a kind word. I can only vent my anger at an innocent nurse, for whom I am also responsible, and run away to the yard, knock out...