July twenty-second, nineteen ninety-one. Bellevue Hospital Center, Manhattan. Inside Operating Room number seven, a thirty-nine-year-old Hungarian immigrant named Anna Kovach, a mother of two, was prepped for a routine hernia operation. The surgery was scheduled for two-thirty in the afternoon. At three-oh-five PM, the anesthetic cocktail of Propofol and Midazolam began to flow into her veins, ...
