Epilogue
I took Gracie to the specialist Dr Cullen recommended, and he started her on treatment. Within weeks, even I could tell she was getting stronger. Dr Cullen had somehow managed to do what none of the other doctors had…and the strange part was that I learned afterward that he wasn't even in a specialty that should have enabled him to diagnose it.
"It's uncanny," Gracie's pediatrician agreed when I brought her in for her checkup several months later. "He's a cardiologist, but it's like he has some sort of sixth sense for diagnostics. We've taken to calling him in for unofficial consultations on all our hard cases."
"So why didn't you call him in for Gracie?" I asked half angrily.
"He only started at the hospital here over the summer," the doctor explained. He shook his head. "Word is he's been offered a better position at some bigger hospital somewhere…it'll sure be a loss to us if he leaves."
The End
A/N: I pretty much made up Gracie's symptoms… I used to do that all the time, but I managed to break myself of the habit as I got older. Now I like writing Deep Space Nine fanfiction because with all the alien species, I can let myself go again! And with this story I figured it was all right, because if I picked symptoms that matched a particular illness, why would it be so hard to diagnose? I think Carlisle probably did it by smell…his colleague showed him over his clinic once, and he noticed the particular odor. Barbie
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