A sudden drop in temperature had brought a cold, damp spell to the small town.
The number of patients in the rehabilitation department had doubled, leaving Clarice incredibly busy all week. This morning, she had barely managed a slice of bread for breakfast before hurrying off to the hospital.
Even before entering the clinic, Clarice could hear arguing from within. Donna appeared to be in a heated discussion with a patient, Mrs. Nash.
As Clarice passed by, Nash’s eyes lit up. "Hey, Dr. Ford!" she called out.
Clarice pointed to herself, puzzled. "Me?"
"Yes, yes, you, Dr. Ford," the patient said, almost as if seeing a savior. "I sprained my knee last week and came here for treatment, but now my knee hurts even more, and I can hardly walk!"
Clarice asked calmly, "Which doctor was handli
