“And you never lie?”
“Somebody’s poisoning her. Not to kill — to mimic disease. That’s personal.”
“Here’s the thing about diagnosis: it’s not about finding the truth. It’s about catching the lie. The patient lies to feel normal. The family lies to feel innocent. The other doctors lie to feel competent. And me? I lie to feel right. But the body — the body never lies. The body keeps receipts.
So I don’t trust words. I trust the fever that comes at 3 a.m. The rash that spreads when no one’s watching. The liver that screams while the mouth says ‘I’m fine.’
The patient, Claire, is a marathon runner, vegan, non-smoker, no medications. Textbook healthy. But her labs show liver enzymes three times normal, intermittent vision loss, and a heart that occasionally forgets to beat.
“Only to patients. And insurance companies. And you. And myself. But never to the body. The body would know.” Want me to turn this into a full short script or a diagnostic puzzle for you to solve?