Then, a strong hand slowly took the bottle syrup from me. He smelled fresh, cleaned and I barely resisted the urge to take another deep breath.”Thanks,”

. Silence descended upon us.

He uncapped it and measured the dosage with a transparent small cover. I watched him as he did it carefully without being clumsy.

He has done this before, the thought came to me unexpectedly. He had administered a child's drug before.

Is it a personal past of his? Or a past that stems ...