The young man stumbles into the Doctor’s Office, groping for the back of a chair. He casts a desperate eye towards the Doctor. “Help me,” he groans, leaning against the chair. “Help me, please. I am going crazy.” Doctor Spring leaps to his feet. Ancient yet nimble, Doctor Spring tries to suppress a grin as he thinks to himself, “Great. Madness. My favorite ailment.” Doctor … Continue reading Dr. Spring and the Bluebells