I'm a nurse in one of the most renowned children's hospitals in the country.

I've worked here for almost eight years and I can only say it stands true to its title.

It pays good, I get along with my co-workers, there's not much problems.

Everything's perfect in the hospital except for one thing.

And that's Rizzo, the hospital clown.

When I joined this hospital, I was told by my fellow colleagues about this rumor that

it's been circulating the hospital since its establishment.

The rumors about a certain clown named Rizzo, weird name, right?

Who roams the hospital and visits sick kids?

None of the adults that are seeing him, but so many children have seen him over the years

that it can't be considered an elaborate crank.

So when they told me about him, I thought they were just trying to tease me for being

newbie.

I took it as a joke and I said, yeah, the perhaps Cinderella visits on Sundays too.

They gave each other a look and left the topic at that.

I got busy with work and completely forgot about our conversation.

In my third week at the hospital, I was doing the morning checkup on every patient in

the floor when I entered Kevin's room.

It was awake.

And he was smiling from ear to ear.

Good morning.

Why are you up so early?

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