Silver-Tongued

“You want to see the doctor, you show me an injury first,” she told him bluntly.“If you need some inspiration, take a look around you.”
She gestured towards the waiting area of the Lariboisière hospital’s emergency ward. An ambulance crew kept a wary eye on an old woman on a stretcher. Two young men sat huddled together, one of them whimpering continuously. A man in his fifties stared stoically at nothing, his left hand wrapped in a blood-soaked towel.