"You want me to take you to the hospital?" I asked."You want me to take you to the hospital?" I asked. He shook his head abruptly. How stupid could I be. If there was one thing ten-year-old boys hated it was the hospital, closely followed by the dentist and the doctor. "What's wrong? Maybe I can help?" I said gently as my thumb stroked his small soft cheek and wiped away the wet stains of his tears. "It hurts,... down there,..." he breathed out. The boy pointed to between his legs. I must have been blind. For the first time I noticed the dark stain that had spread over the boy's crotch. |