Moon steps back and a middle-aged man with compassionate brown eyes bends over me. I try to look around him to Moon. The man smiles and I forget about Moon. The doctor's hair is mostly gray and his smile is genuine.
"Miss Kinlock, I'm Dr. Santos. Please call me Carlo." He begins explaining what he needs to do. I'm only half following. The sound of his voice is putting me to sleep. He performs each part of his exam and repeats what and why he's doing what he's doing. He shines a light in my eyes and I close them. "I need you to look into the light, Miss Kinlock." His voice is soft and coaxing.
I squint trying to do what he says. I want to please him. It's an odd sensation because I'm not fond of doctors. I put up with their curt bedside manner through multiple surgeries on my shoulder. I'
