“What’s happening?” she asked, already guiding me toward a treatment room.
“I—I don’t know,” I stammered. “He won’t stop crying, and when I checked him—there’s something wrong. Something… not right.”
Within seconds, more staff appeared. They gently took him from my arms and placed him on the examination table. His cries echoed in the small room as a pediatrician was called in.
“Tell me exactly what you saw,” the doctor said calmly, but quickly.
My voice trembled.
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