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Feel Like Recanting the Hippocratic Oath?

Ths nurses were competing against eachother for the spot closest pancaked to the wall.

“It’s times like these I question my profession,” the doctor muttered quietly, staring with wide eyes at the shivering form of Adrien.

Adrien looked up at Greg. “What did I just do?” His voice shook.

Greg clenched his jaw tightly. Adrien saw his expression and sat back against the small hospital pillows. He looked over at the nurses, as if seeing them for the first time. “I’m sorry,” he said.

The doctor seemed the first to recover. “That’s…quite all right. We just need to sort out this business with your hearts.”

“My heart?” Adrien asked. “What’s wrong with my heart?”

“Hearts,” the doctor said. “There’s nothing wrong with them except for the fact that you have two.”

Adrien frowned, as if digesting this little piece of information. “The Caretaker,” he said under his breath. Only Greg heard it, and nodded.

“Well, doctor,” said Adrien, “it’s been nice, but we really must go now.”

“But—”

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