Elizabeth's friend (the doctor) asked if I would carry Elizabeth (the patient) from my bedroom to her bedroom. Elizabeth was lying on my bed with her eyes closed, carefully wrapped in Ace bandages and trying to suppress a grin.
"Oh, no, Doctor," I said. "Is she okay?"
"Oh, yes. She's fine," said the doctor.
"Is she sleeping?" I asked.
"Oh, no," replied the doctor. "She's dead."
Yet another reason not to give 5-year-olds medical degrees.
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