"Please take a deep breath?" The sound of slightly rasping breath could be heard in the small clinic room. "Good." Dylan sat down slowly rethinking the words he had spoken to house roughly an hour ago. Though he wouldn't admit it he was really beggining to rethink picking this over getting the take-out.

'Don't worry about it. You can handle this guy. I mean if you think about it all he seems to be is Nick with a P.H.D. level of intelligence.

He slowly removed the stephascope from the little boy's chest he was looking at. He swivled the chair he was sitting in around in turned to a fairly young lady sitting in a chair nearby.

"Your son seems to have a miled case of strepthroat. I'll send someone in to take a look at in in a minute." With that he walked out of the room without a word. He could here her calling back to him.

"But all you did was look at his throat and check his breathing once."

Dylan smiled. "That's all that needed to be done. Now have a nice day." He walked out and shut the door.

Finally done with this damn clinic hours.