My Son’s Agony in a Corrupt Hospital

Summary

My son, Fred, was with me at the hospital, getting an IV drip, when a little girl nearby started wailing, absolutely refusing to get her shot. I was watching, a frown creasing my brow, when suddenly a male nurse grabbed Fred and pulled him away.

“Be a good boy, sweetie, I’ll give him the shot first. He can show you how it’s done, okay?”

I immediately protested. Not for any other reason than Fred was severely allergic to many medications. A random injection could be disastrous. But before I could even finish my sentence, a stinging slap landed across my face.