The real doctors will see you in the morning
“Wait, you said you’re a medical student?”
“Yes, I am.”
“I will be seeing a real doctor though, right?”
“Yes, of course!” I smiled, then attempted to defuse his frustration with a quip about getting two opinions for the price of one.
He didn’t laugh, understandably. He was only 25, built like a linebacker, draped in a backwards hospital gown that exposed his unfamiliarity with this environment, among other things. Yet he was here …
