Bab 74: Chapter 74: Twenty-Seven Stitches

Michael never did have his flu shot.  Following Dr. Ghosh’s decision to refer him upstairs, there were phone calls and a flurry of paperwork as Michael was sent two floors up to the dermatology group of which Dr. Theos Alexander was a member.  He sat in the waiting room feeling slightly rattled.  Jesus H, I just wanted a fucking flu shot.

A nurse called his name and Michael followed her back to an examination room.  “I’m Shelley,” she said.  She checked his paperwork.  “And you were sent up here by Dr. Ghosh?”

Michael nodded.  “I was in for my flu shot and I guess they saw something they didn’t like.”

She smiled kindly.  “Dr. Alexander will be with you shortly.”

He sat on the end of a standard examination table, the green vinyl cushion covered by a strip of white paper that rattled as he shifted.  The door opened and a short older gentleman with shaggy white hair and black-framed glasses entered.