Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

strap again, his eyes scanning the corridor.

“Let me try the third floor,” David said. “That is where they send the acute cases.”

“I am coming with you,” I said, ignoring the dull pull in my left calf.

We walked past the gift shop, where a display of artificial autumn wreaths stood in the window. A man in gray scrubs passed us carrying continue reading …