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Little Voices
Little Voices
Author: Greedy Pass

Chapter 1

Author: Greedy Pass
Margot Aldrich looked up and saw me standing beside her, her expression already impatient. "Which department are you from?"

"Pediatric resident. Rowan Beckett."

"A resident?" She set her pen down and let out a laugh.

"Did anyone ask for your opinion? I was already a department chief before you were born. What would a resident know?"

A few interns nearby stifled their laughter. The baby's mother glanced up at me, then lowered her head again in disappointment.

My fingers trembled. I knew what charging in would cost me. It would mean termination, a hospital-wide disciplinary notice, and the end of any future in pediatrics.

The tiny voice kept looping in my ears, growing more desperate by the second.

"Ow ow ow, it hurts so bad!

"Where is this old hag even poking? She is way off!

"Under the belly button! Under it!

"I am gonna die and you people are still just watching?"

The baby's dark eyes were locked on Margot, unblinking, his little mouth wide open as he screamed himself hoarse.

Margot's expression hardened when she saw I had not moved. "Young people these days. Restless, reckless. Learn a little and suddenly you think you are ready for the spotlight.

"Do you have any idea what this occasion is? It is the National Pediatrics Conference. Everyone in this room has more experience than you could dream of, and you, a resident, think you can walk up here and take charge?"

She paused, then turned to Dr. Caroline Whitby, the hospital's director. "I have examined the child. There is nothing seriously wrong. We observe for now. The mother is simply too anxious."

Caroline glanced at me. The look said everything it needed to, that I was out of my depth.

All she said was, "Rowan, step back."

The tiny voice exploded into wailing.

"No more observing!

"Something inside me is stuck! I am gonna die!

"Is this old hag even a real doctor?

"Help! Somebody do something!"

Margot stood up, smoothed the front of her white coat, and turned to her assistant. "Note it down. Transfer to a general ward for observation. If the crying continues tomorrow, run another exam."

The assistant nodded and reached for the baby. The tiny voice came out cracked and hoarse, barely holding together.

"I am only three months old... I do not wanna die... This stupid hospital... this stupid old fossil..."

I clenched my fists until my knuckles went white. Every rational thought told me to stay out of it, but my feet would not move.

The humiliation Margot had dealt me in front of the entire room was still fresh, yet the baby's face had gone from purple to almost black, and the crying had faded to a thin, reedy whimper.

The tiny voice was still pleading.

"Under the belly button... it is stuck... it hurts..."

The assistant's hands were already on the baby's swaddle. I did not stop to think. Two strides and I was there, pushing the assistant's hands aside and pressing down on the swaddle to keep the baby in place.

"Do not transfer him! I can do this!"

"You?" Margot scoffed.

"A pediatric resident, and this confident? That is bold."

Caroline glanced at me. This time she spoke, her tone measured and even.

"Rowan, I know your heart is in the right place."

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