The Infection
The needle went into Tom Webb's shoulder at an angle I had not intended. I watched the tiny bead of blood well up and knew, even before I counted, that I had missed the seventh point. One needle short. One error in a procedure that required seven perfect placements. The mistake was invisible to everyone but me, and that was the worst part. "Seven needles, Doctor Kane," Tom said, looking at his...
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