“I need a moment,” the surgeon said calmly.
The technicians around the table each offered an oblivious nod.
After slipping out of the operating room, he carefully removed and discarded his surgical greens, showered, dressed, and ran to the parking garage.
There was just enough time to pick up his youngest two children before the flight to Mexico City.
Blissfully ignoring curious reports on television screens in the Benito Juárez International Airport, he coolly rented a car and drove his surviving family to Aguascalientes.
There was no time to discuss or reconsider.
He needed to stay ahead of the outbreak.