"Sorry...Ouch! Sorry...Pardon me...Excuse me..." James Wilson mumbled as he pushed through the crowd. "Excuse me...Please, let me through..." as he brushed aside a young girl and her mother. The clinic was busy today, people everywhere. There was minimal staffing and an angry group of people trying to be assessed. Finally, he squeezed through the door to exam room 3. The room felt large and empty without the huddled masses outside. On the bed sat a little boy, no older than about eight.
"Doctor, my hart-, hart hurts!" he wailed, and the sound tugged at Wilson's hart-, hart also. With a smile he asked the...
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