Literature
First, Do No Harm
Chapter 1
It was but early fall, but the air was crisp of nights - and it was night, after ten o'clock. The man up ahead was shivering despite his heavy traveler's coat. "Ill," thought young Cochran (he was studying medicine); then, "a foreigner, unused to our climate." A second look had told him the man was.. well, something exotic, anyways - Asiatic, perhaps, or half so. Curiosity piqued, Cochran wondered if he would be able to strike up a conversation, or if he dared. As he drew closer, however, his first impression of illness returned - the traveller's face was drawn, stretched, even, over the aquiline nose and cheekbones; the dark skin