First Kill
By Louis MeDoupe, MD
His face underwent an incredible metamorphosis as I entered the room.
I knew from the nurse’s note that he suffered from a painful and swollen knee, and as I drew back the examining room's curtain, his appearance fit such a man. He was about seventy years old, and his wizened visage was drawn up into a grimace that seemed to have been there long enough to carve deep furrows into his face and brow.
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