Reading Time: 6 minutes Lonnie was in her twenties. She had a rare disease that frequently flared up. I guessed her overnight bag was always packed in a closet by the front door.
“I have a question for you,” she said. Something in her tone made my nerves stand on end. “Have you ever seen this disease before?”
“Not often, but…yes.”
Lonnie seemed to sense my hesitation. “Am I too complicated for you, Doctor?”