He took a morphine vial and gingerly injected her.
Tears, hitherto unstoppable, stopped flowing. A smile broke through.
He thought, “May be that’s what being a doctor is”.
And verily, despite being mindlessly plastered everywhere, that’s what “being human” is.
Having stony tumors for both breasts, isn’t pretty at 15.
PS. If there is something more I need to say, find it here. Another of my inspirations.