“You’re certain he’s brain-dead?” An old man with wrinkles all over his face and dark-tan skin, was playing with his pure-white fumanchu moustache and staring at the beautiful doctor who was standing before him. He casually sat down upon his office chair and gazed out the window at the dark clouds in the sky. In Miami, thunderstorms were fairly common and could be easily disregarded, but hurricanes tended to be much more troublesome. Continue reading →