The blue eyes flashed, but not with fear.
In a second, they were only a blue blur and a memory.
Had he really just bolted?
In another second I had recovered myself enough to give chase.
Through the clinic.
He ran through X-ray, leaving a gowned, nearly naked woman shrieking. He ran through darkened storerooms. Through hallways. He even threw stacks of boxes down in my path, trying to slow me down.
Then he ran into the men’s bathroom, figuring it was the one place the lady doc could not follow.
I knocked to give warning, waiting a few seconds for any indecency from innocent bystanders to get addressed and then entered.
The bathroom appeared empty.
There were no feet peeking out beneath the stalls.
I tried each door, peering into the stall. At the last one I found him, perched atop the toilet. We eyed each other, neither one ready to accept defeat.
“Look, man. You just gotta get the shot. It will hurt but just for a sec and then you can have a sucker. Don’t make me look bad, ok?”
I held out my hand. He reluctantly placed his seven year old hand in mine, realizing he was cornered at last, and I held tight as we walked back to the exam room where mom and the nurse with the needle were waiting….