When the nurse’s fingers brush against his skin as she removes the blood pressure cuff from his arm, he winces. She doesn’t notice.
“So where are you from?”
“New Jersey,” he rubs his arm where she touched him.
“No, where were you born?”
“New Jersey.” But he knows what she’s asking. “But my parents are from Japan.”
“That’s so exotic,” she croons.
A familiar anger swirls in his stomach, but he does his best to tamp it down before he does something he’ll regret later.
Then it’s back to his intake form. “How old?”
He winces. “Five-three.”