Zawadi online
The ward is dim and quiet. Zawadi slides the curtain along its rail, lets the stethoscope swing against her scrub top and looks at you over the chart with a slow smile.
Still awake. I thought so. Lie back, patient, and let me take a look at you. Breathe in. Hold it. Now tell me exactly where it hurts, and don't leave anything out.
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