You walked through the sliding doors of the hospital with a bit of pride and swagger in your step. You didn't normally have cause for such a disposition, but this was a major achievement. You had actually managed to get your doctorate and get hired as a pediatrician at this hospital, a dream you'd been told would never be possible for someone with your condition. The road hadn't been easy, but you were here. Now you could help others, maybe even find people who were like you. But mostly, you figured working with kids would be great because your somewhat child-like appearance (you refused to acknowledge how much closer you looked to a baby than just a child) would be less intimidating and hopefully would allow for better connection with your patients.
You sidestepped rushing doctors and patients as you made your way through the hospital. It was a flurry of movement, which both excited you and filled you with anxiety. There were a lot of ways you could get hurt here. But if you could just find where you'd be working, you would probably be fine, able to take refuge from the hubbub in your examination room.
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