Epilogue
The doctor’s surgery was heaving.
The usual melee of people thinking doctors could cure the common cold were clustered around the reception desk, sneezing and wheezing in unison, and Andreas sniggered when Erik refused to lift up the plastic rain cover from the buggy.
“No chance,” he said. “If she’s anything like you when you get a cold, then I’m not dealing with it. Especially not with her birthday coming up.”
“Excuse me, I’m not the one who supposedly almost died—”
“I did!”
“—from the flu last year.”
Erik maintained that he did. Andreas tuned him out with a smirk.
The nerves were building.
He’d picked up the vial from the pharmacy the day before. It was a tiny bottle in a small box, and he clutched it in a sweaty hand as he waited for his name to be called. He was so cl
