The Mystery No One Could Explain

Within minutes, the emergency team was alerted. Dr. Helen Carter, the attending physician that night, arrived quickly, her instincts already sensing something unusual.

“What’s your name?” she asked gently as she led the boy to an exam room.

He hesitated. “Leo,” he whispered.

“Okay, Leo. Can you tell me what happened? Did you fall? Did you eat something bad?”

But he just shook his head again and kept repeating the same words:

“It hurts. Please… help.”

There were no bruises, no visible injuries — just the persistent clutch of his small hand over his stomach and a look in his eyes that made Dr. Carter’s chest tighten.

“Get an X-ray,” she ordered quietly.