Smiling at the boy, Lewis gently took the five-year-old's forearm, cleaning a small area with a cotton ball doused with alcohol. The child's mother took his hand, trying to reassure the boy. As his nurse Annie hands him the sterile syringe, Lewis saw the boy cringe. "Don't worry," he said, grinning. "This will make sure you don't get sick when you go to school in August. Your mommy is right here with you. And afterwards," he added happily, "I'll give you a sticker and a piece of candy." The young boy nodded, trying to be brave. He squeezed his eyes shut, holding tightly onto his mother. In just a few seconds, the shot was over, and Lewis was sticking a Power Rangers band-aid where blood had welled up. "All done. Annie," he said, turning as he started walking for the biohazard disposal box, "why don't you take little Anthony and his mother to the front while I fill in his paperwork." As he stood at the cabinets, signing for the shot he had given the child, Annie led the mother and her son away. As another nurse came in to change the paper and generally clean up the room, he took the paper to his secretary. "Is my three o'clock in yet?" he asked, looking over her shoulder at her computer. "Yes," she answered. "She's ready if you are." "Give me five minutes." Heading back to his room, he washed his hands and prepared for his next patient, looking over her file on his computer.