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Evelyn didn’t flinch.
She wore a knit cap today, pulled low over her ears to cover her bare scalp.
The specialist walked in holding a tablet.
He wore a crisp white coat over a blue shirt and reviewed her routine bloodwork.
“Your white blood cell count is holding steady,” the doctor said.
Evelyn gave a tight, polite smile.
“The new treatment protocol is working, Mrs.
Abernathy,” the doctor said.