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At 1:30 A.M., My Nephew Whispered From a Hospital Bed That He Didn’t Fall Off His Bike — The Doctor Confirmed My Worst Fear

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the curtain pulled aside and a woman in her late thirties entered, tablet in hand. Her name tag read “Dr. Sarah Newwin, Emergency Medicine.”

“Mr. Morrison.” She acknowledged me with a brief nod, then turned to Connor. “Okay, Connor, the cast is done. You’re going to need to keep that wrist immobilized for at least six weeks. No hockey, no contact sports.continue reading …

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