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were safe.

At the pediatric triage desk, Leo’s lips were blue.

The nurse took one look at his face, at the way his chest was retracting with each breath, and hit a red button under her desk before I finished my sentence.

“Code Blue triage, need a stretcher!”

They took him back immediately. I stood in the waiting bay and paced the linoleum and held my continue reading …