Chapter 43
Chapter 43 ‘BUT SURELY YOU MUST have some records, you imbecile!’ snapped Leonard to the poor woman on the other end of the phone. ‘I was a boy, not a ghost.’ ‘I’m sorry, Sir, but we don’t have any record of anyone of your name admitted here back then,’ came the response. ‘Fine, I’ll keep looking elsewhere,’ grunted Leonard, frustrated after being given the run-around by four hospitals. He tried his fifth and last chance among the facilities that could have performed his complex brain surgery. ‘Hello, Children’s National, how may I direct your call?’ came the friendly voice of the receptionist. ‘Medical Records, please,’ sighed Leonard, all hope gone from his voice as he prepared for another unbearable dose of Greensleeves on the interminable hold queue. ‘Hello, how may I help you?’
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