“Extreme allergic reaction,” said the one in white. “He got here just in time. Check his blood pressure again, and if it’s OK, he can go.”
The woman in blue put a cuff on his arm, pumped it up, read a gauge and smiled. “There’s someone waiting for you,” she told him.
Alice hurried in, wearing a concerned expression and the same faux fur coat.
Carlos sneezed. Sneezed again. And again.