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room, Mr. King,” Sarah said.
“I am her husband,” Taylor said. His voice was lower than usual, cracked at the edges.
“We need to run an EKG,” Sarah said, pushing a heavy swinging door open with her shoulder. “You cannot be in the treatment bay.”
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The cold air of the emergency room hit my bare arms. I tried to reach for my left wrist, but continue reading …
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