Talking About Max’s Symptoms
Dr. Lane began by asking about Max’s symptoms, and I told her how his face had suddenly puffed up and how he hadn’t stopped whining since. She listened intently, gently inspecting his swollen cheeks with a practiced hand. I could see the concentration in her eyes, the way she was piecing things together. It was reassuring to have someone so attentive and determined to figure out what was wrong with my poor Max.
Talking About Max’s Symptoms
Her Face Was Worried
As Dr. Lane examined Max more closely, I saw a subtle frown begin to form on her face. She pressed gently on the swollen areas, her fingers moving with careful precision, but there was a growing tension in her expression. My heart skipped a beat—her concern was impossible to ignore, and it sent a chill through me. I sat there, almost holding my breath, silently pleading for reassurance, but a gnawing feeling crept in. This didn’t seem like a simple allergic reaction anymore.
Her Face Was Worried
