The Fatty Arbuckle case (1962)

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to me like a ruptured bladder. We've got to get her to a hospital immediately." Maude began to cry. "I knew it. I knew it," she sobbed. "She's going to die." The doctor went to the telephone and called the Wakefield Sanatorium. After a few minutes of discussion, the Sanatorium agreed to send an ambulance. Both Zey and Maude accompanied Virginia to the hospital. They arrived after 8 p.m., more than five hours after she was hurt. The delay was one of the contributing causes of her death. Virginia was prepared for surgery. By 9:35 p.m., Arbuckle, more sober and now concerned, had tracked Virginia down. He called and asked Maude how Virginia was. "Very ill" said Maude. "I'm praying for her." "She'll be all right," answered Arbuckle. "I'm leaving by steamer for Los Angeles tomorrow morning. If everything doesn't go smoothly you know where to call me. And send all the bills to Anger." Maude thanked him. The party was over. 48