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to get back to the hospital. They’re holding her in pre-op.”
I looked at her. Clear eyes. No morphine buzz. No hospital band. Perfectly coiffed for someone allegedly on the verge of septic shock.
“Before we do anything,” I said, “we’re going to go over a few things.”
I slid a printed sheet across the table. Hospital admissions log from Mercy General, continue reading …
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