Dr. Aberstock leaned away from me, his stethoscope tucked around his neck while Barry watched with his lower lip between his teeth. "I need to get you your very own one of these," the doctor chuckled, gesturing at the instrument dangling over his shoulders. "You need one more than any of my other patients." He patted my hand to soften the teasing before turning and nodding to Barry. "She's fine, at least for the moment. Your assessment was accurate."

The intern seemed ...