Pediatricians grapple with guns in America, from Band-Aids to bullets
“My best friend was murdered while we were walking home from school.”
The once lively thirteen-year-old boy now slumped in the chair across from me, his words spilling out with newfound heaviness. As I looked at him during what was supposed to be a routine well-child check, I couldn’t shake the air of depression that suddenly choked the room. In the months that followed, I received a call from his school: …