“That’s not true,” Bull whispered. “She loved that life. She loved me.”
“She was ashamed!” Rachel shouted. “And so was I!”
I stepped forward. “Bull is competent. You can’t do this.”
“His doctor’s report says he’s been confused,” Rachel countered. “That makes him legally incapable of decisions.”
She was twisting the facts — Bull had been disoriented after surgery, not now.
I reached for the phone. “I’m calling hospital legal.”
“Do that,” Rachel said. “Officers, please—”
Bull suddenly sat up, gasping. “Please! Don’t take him! He’s all I have!”Continue reading…