"Put her in jail. Tell them to take good care of her."
"I don't want her to have a single good day in there."
...
Dennis ran every red light on the way to the hospital.
He carried Beryl in his arms and burst straight into the emergency room:
"Save her! Save my child! If you can save my baby, I'll donate ten million to this hospital!"
The attending physician startled, then froze when he recognized Dennis.
"Mr. Sanchez?"
He frowned, looking from Dennis to the pale, fragile woman lying on the gurney.
Then, hesitantly, he spoke:
"Your child? Mr. Sanchez, you have necrospermia. You're infertile. What child are we talking about?"
