ness had

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ched, my

to open

pit

voices outs

' s voic

eacting. He

alm. "Mrs. Miller, this was a severe ana

, smooth and mocking. "He probably ate

ghed. A shor

calm him down and send him

eeds to be monitored. We need to adm

n' t do anything aggressive. He' s probably

owns this hospital. Surely y

t want a fuss," Isabella c

teps

felt like

. She told them to let

to me changed i

lightness, like

was still there, but

l out her name

ing, look

he bed. Pale, str

ines wer

harp pull. I was

jo

se yelling. "Docto

d in. "What did Mrs. Mil

said he was faking," the nu

t the crash cart! To hell with what she said, I' m

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gain, Julian beside her,

she demanded. "I s

Miller. He needs immediate, aggressive tre

on the bed. Her eyes we

me to forget Julian and focus on him. He knows I don' t

he' s right, Doc.

at her, horrifie

sson," Isabella said, turning awa

t of stren

in was

ned into one lo

tli

d up aga

cover my face

ook back. She walked ou