CHAPTER 4
KENNEDY OPENED HER mouth for the middle-aged doctor in his white lab coat. She stared at his little flashlight and performed all the other tests he doled out. She didn’t have to overact to make her movements slow and lazy. As soon as she got out from the wind and sat down in the clinic, exhaustion clung to each individual ligament like hoarfrost.
“You said your throat’s been hurting?” He frowned, and Kennedy felt about as nervous as she had been during her phone interview with Harvard Medical School’s early admissions application committee.
“It’s a little better now, I guess. It was just during the test. I kept coughing, so I went into the hall to get a drink, and it got worse.”
He nodded his head slowly and studied Kennedy over his glasses.
“Then I went back to my room.” Wh
