“Hey, just relax,” Christopher said, pushing the call button. “You’re in the hospital.”
A nurse came in and smiled. “What can I – oh, I see, I’ll get the doctor.”
“Hospital? Oh, Dad, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about that now. Let’s just talk to the doctor and figure out what’s going on.”
A middle-aged woman in a white coat came him with a clipboard in hand. “Hello, I’m Dr. Singh. You’re Brigid O’Leary, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I’m glad to see you’re awake. So, you have a rare strain of anemia, according to your medical records.”
“Yes, I was diagnosed when I was twelve. They thought it was bi-polar at first.”
“And you have a standing prescription for some pretty standard medications?”
“Yes.”
“When was the last time you actually took a shot?”
“I’ve been missing the odd shot for a few
