“What are you doing with my son?” the frightened girl gasps, looking at me with wide eyes. She runs over, grabs the child, and keeps me away from him.
“This is my patient,” I say sternly.
“Bring him back.”
“I won’t!”—she declares, trembling all over.
“I’m the doctor treating him and I have to examine him,” I growl, dissatisfied.
She throws me a frightened look.
“She gave birth to a sick child, and now I’m supposed to clean up the mess. Think before you—somehow—get pregnant from someone you don’t even know!”
She suddenly turns sharply and slaps me across the face with full force.
“Actually, that’s your son, Slav!”