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I begged the nurse to take me to see him. I begged and begged. I was crying.
“Mister Connors, please. They’re cleaning him up a bit for you to see him.” The blonde nurse said. She had tears streaming from her eyes.
I sat there in the chair crying. Begging to know what happened, how it happened, and who did this to my son. No one could or would answer me. Part of me knew they couldn’t;…
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