The black pleather sofa was well worn from the tired bodies of so many young people that had come before me.
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The black pleather sofa was well worn from the tired bodies of so many young people that had come before me.
I ran barefoot across the street and yelled, “I’m a pediatrician! It’s going to be okay.” It wasn’t okay.
“911. What’s your emergency?” “I’m having a brain hemorrhage.”
She came out crying, holding her right arm. To my untrained eye, nothing seemed broken.
“Sheila,” she said, looking worried. “Are you feeling ok?”