"Doctor, how is he?" I stood from the seat in the waiting area as soon as I saw the doctor coming my way.
"He's fine and responding to treatment. That was a close call, Mrs. Bertram. I'll suggest you kindly exercise carefulness next time. He has severe allergy to milk and everything lactose. Kindly steer him away from it." He advised.
Guilt squeezed my being tight. I had been fraught with worry. It was the same doctor that had treated him when he'd had an accident. It was the first place that had come to mind.
I had thought he was dead. He had once told me he did not like milk. He had made mention of having a strong allergy to it. He never took his coffee with milk. It was mostly black.
Gosh! What had I been thinking?! When he could not breathe properly, I felt the world spin. At a po
