Skhumbuzo

I arrived at the ER to find my colleagues already scrubbed and waiting. Their tense expressions told me this wasn’t routine. "What do we have?" I asked, pulling on gloves. A nurse rattled off the details: "Eighteen-year-old female, GSW to the abdomen. No ID yet." Another added, "She came in with the royal family. Name’s Naledi Tabane." Royal family. The words hung in the air like a threat. "Let’s move fast," I said, my mind already racing through protocols and politics. "Before this turns into a lawsuit."