Elena smiled, the kind of smile that came from years of being a gateway for specialists and a first landing spot for worried parents. For her, it wasn't just about the medicine; it was about the privilege of being part of a family's story from the very first chapter.
"Good to know," Elena said, pulling a "light-saber" (her flashlight) from her pocket. "I actually need to check your internal engine today. If the force field is too strong, I won't be able to hear if your heart is beating like a drum or a racecar." pediatrician
As Leo marched out, feeling ten feet tall, his mother lingered by the door. "Thank you, Elena," she said softly. "He’s been having nightmares about this all week." Elena smiled, the kind of smile that came
Leo squeezed his eyes shut, his cape fluttering as he held his breath. "Done," Elena whispered a second later. Leo opened one eye. "That’s it?" "I actually need to check your internal engine today
Elena didn't reach for her stethoscope. Instead, she sat on her rolling stool, which squeaked just the right amount to make Leo’s eyes widen. "A force field? That’s impressive. Is it solar-powered or does it run on apple juice?" Leo paused, his scowl wavering. "Apple juice. Mostly."
"I have a force field, Dr. Elena," Leo informed her, crossing his arms tightly. "No pokes allowed."
Dr. Elena Vance’s office was more of a technicolor dreamscape than a sterile clinic. Hand-drawn dinosaurs lived on the walls, and the "Scale of Bravery" by the door featured a cartoon lion that grew fluffier the taller a patient stood.