Krystal POV
I didn't wait for the sun to fully come up before I wrapped Lysander in three layers of blankets and tucked him into his stroller, and because his breathing was getting so shallow and high-pitched, I knew I couldn't wait for a private doctor or for the bank to open.
I told Mrs. Gable to stay behind and lock the doors and not to answer for anyone, and then I pushed that stroller through the empty morning streets toward the free clinic six blocks away while the cold air bit at my face and made my lungs sting.
When I finally got inside the waiting room, it was already half-full of people coughing and huddled in their coats, and the smell of floor wax and sickness was so strong that it made me feel lightheaded as I walked up to the plastic window to check us in.
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