We’ll get a medical team to work you up.” He looked startled. “But it’s probably nothing,” she said. “I really don’t want to go to the hospital. I feel okay.” “If you don’t mind—may I just look at your tongue?” She didn’t have a tongue depressor. But she reached into her knapsack, felt around, and found a small case. From it she removed a penlight. She switched it on and asked him to say “ah.” “Ahhh.” “Well, your tonsils are a little reddened. It looks like you have a cold,” she said.
