Just a face in the crowd.

Troy caught a gimps of a high end bracelet in the line before him. He hung his head if he never saw one agin he would be fine with that. Standing in lines was not his cup of tea. He saw the lower in end model in the youth home. He did a study on correction anklets. He was not a fan of either the low end or the high end. Troy found them to be a way to force kids by fear. He found that once they came off the kids would run right back to the flames. The only children who had truly changed their lives had an awakening moment.

Troy volunteered during his last summer before he entered med school. The technical phrases was unpaid internship. It had its moments of satisfaction but mostly it was babysitting.

He knew more about the low end anklets. The anklets where used them in a study among teens. Dealing with involved in group Ganges, drug habits and addiction to sex. It would reduce by ninety percent while wearing them. He knew more about the anklets then he did about the high end bracelets. His opinion still stood. Troy unconsciously braced for impact.

He knew they where only sold in a few stores and where commonly preordered. They held some status of wealth in the glamour world but he wasn't fooled.

Normally they where attached to a girl with a wild or self adorned personality. He normally avoided them they seamed to have daddy issues. This was a problem for Troy he didn't want to inherit or raise a grown up that was for their parents to do. With that trust problem would fallow. Guarding his heart might just be his greatest flaw. One thing Troy valued above anything else was trust.

Yet here it is, attached to a girl. In the line in front of him. She had one strapped to her arm in a star design. He knew it would take her longer to get through the line then him. He felt satisfied with that. He still knew it would slow the line down at least 3 minutes. Troy liked to arrive early and patiently watch the people around him. He never liked to feel rushed. Being rushed was for people who didn't know how to manage their time. Or for emergencies.

Troy would diagnose random findings in the crowd. He couldn't help himself. He spent years with his eyes in a book studying, it became a game for him. He was in residency and it was his job to stay on top of things. This was practice for him. Troy had to be the best. Troy developed a drive it had increased in years proceeding the accident.

Troy looked around and saw a very familiar seen for him. A thin lady with 2 young children one in a wheelchair. It was common that the parent to forget about herself in the stress of her child's health. She could gain 20 pounds and still have a beautiful figure. Her hair was up in a ponytail. If she smiled the world world be better for it. He knew it was probably from the lack of sleep. The quick layer of makeup probably hid more signs of dehydration and exhaustion. He could see no signs or a partner or husband. He knew she was alone. He couldn't help her but he could carry her bags.

Troy had predicted that either a fall or disease had put her family in this position. He looked for more details. The young boy could move his arms but his head was strapped to the back of the chair. He settled on disease. The boy seamed to be aware of his surroundings and responded to his mother voice. He could move his legs from side to side. he looked as if he wanted to be removed from the chair. This led him to believe that it was better he didn't move and that it was a long going situation. His next thought was to place the disease he had a couple in mind.

"Come with me ma'am" he saw the bracelet walk with the guard. She walked like it was no big deal. Diva was the definition he had predicted. It seamed to not a valid explanation for this girl. Hmmmm. He had half expected her to trow a fit. Troy focused on her for a moment and noticed that her cloths where from a supermarket. Her makeup was simple and complimented her face well. She also carried little luggage. She seamed common not a socialite. He was confused but didn't care.

The line was moving faster then he had predicted. He decided she must be in a hurry. Troy wondered if maybe she had a life treating illness but the moment soon disappeared. His dislike for her fashion piece was more then enough reason to waist any of his attention. Troy was just glad the line was moving.

Back to the boy. That was more intriguing. He studied that his spine wasn't straight and had a brace. That narrows it down he thought. Birth defects could cause issues but where not commonly so drastic. Most of the time they would grow to adapt. He next wondered if he would have the ability to talk. This would narrow it down to a few options. He studied the boy he looked sad and uncomfortable.

The boy cried out to his mom. He Was hungry and his mom put a cracker in his mouth. This was the last key of information he needed. Troy decided it was a probably a tumor that caused the issue. The young child was probably going to a large hospital for treatment. Or possibly just one of the issues. Sadly issues can come in a clusters. This was common; it made a hard situation even more difficult for all parties involved.

He watched her struggle through security when his heart finally gave in.

"Would you like some help" he asked and a since of relief rushed over her face.

"Yes i would love it, my back is killing me."

I could only imagine" Troy replied. Glad he could help. A simple gesture but for now it was all he could do.

Where is your husband he knew he was prying but he couldn't help it. He left when i found out about Josh's condition. He keeps growing tumors on his hips and lower spine.

Troy gave himself a pat on the back.

She wasn't going to his terminal but it was on his way. Troy had a few extra minutes he could spare.

They where going to a hospital for another surgery. Troy wasn't surprised. The look on the child's face was that of being disconnected slightly. He could tell he was on strong medication. He smiled at Troy for just a split second and gave him a tiny thumbs up.

Josh talked very little this is why he was debating on his mental disability earlier. which would have changed his diagnosis. Well his theory anyways. He suffered from tumors that would grow on his bones commonly the joints. He had studied about it in medical school. Childrens would normally get sent to a specialist after the diagnosis. He still saw them in the hospital for infection and injuries. This was his 4th tumor. he was only three years of age. Moments like this made his heart hurt. Troy had to learn how to shield himself from it. The truth is he would probably be getting surgeries every year for at least 5 years. They had some medicine to slow down tumor growth. He couldn't take it till he was done with his major growth spurts or it would do more harm then good.

Troy bid them farewell and started towards his terminal to catch a glimpse of a half soaked latte lady. She stood there with her eyes shut. A tall man shoved a card in her hand still on the phone. His back was towards him. He seamed formula in way he moved. Troy shrugged it off. She looked frozen despite the coffee apparently was hot by the way she leaned forward. He pulled her sweater away from her body keep it from touching her. He smiled and waited for the bomb to go off.

He was disappointed and relieved when she ushered to the bathroom. At least she had some self control. He didn't want to imagine the seen that would soon play out in the bathroom.

Troy thought to himself this is a person I would like to meet. She would be fascinating to diagnosis. She had finally interested him enough to study. If he would ever see her again. The chance was slim his plane was leaving in eight minutes. She was hiding in the bathroom probably trying to save her sweater. It was a nice sweater. Not a major designer or anything but it looked nice on her. A little warm for him to ware a sweater himself but who was he to judge he was always hot.