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The Doctor told him that "it

“His office is down the hall there you should be able to walk right in but he may have already gone home.” Replied the nurse.

He slowly dragged himself towards the cot, holding onto his stomach. He sniffled a bit while climbing up to lie down. The leaking pipe had dripped onto his pillow making it to wet for Isaac to sleep on. He kept his head away from the pillow, lying down while

We trailed down the white hallway until we got to Dusty’s room. We went in and I saw Dusty lying in a hospital bed. He was happy to see us. “There’s my girls,” he said.

Patient: You know what happened? I came here [name of the first ED he went to] one

“He’s stable. He lost a lot of blood, which is why he lost consciousness. The bullet didn’t cause any major damage and was simple to take out. He’s going to be fine.” Dr. Blake informed. “He’s awake and you may go see him. He’s in room 14.”

“What happened?” the doctor asked. In response, she motioned her hand back and forth. Nodding, the doctor gently examined the wound, careful to not induce additional pain.

“Medics here, who needs help?” he questioned. It’s almost like Sasha never heard me tell him I was fine.

The softly spoken question was so childlike in its innocence, the tears reflecting brightly in Booker’s dark eyes spilled freely down his cheeks, the tidal release of emotion forcing his sorrow into his throat. “I promise, baby,” he choked. “I

“Well doc I was hoping you could further explain to me what’s really going on here.” Captain O’Hara

I was sore everywhere. I could barely move. The doctor runs inside moving his fingers in front of my face. I follow them then blink a couple of times.

"I know I shouldn't pry into your personal business, but I've been your doctor since before you were born. I've seen as you've continued to blossom into a beautiful young lady. Through those years I think I know that you wouldn't be here unless that someone meant something to you, and with saying that.. where is he?"

I nod slowly, breathing deep. The pacing’s brought some sweat out—I’ll have to change this shirt—but it’s better than sitting in that chair. “Of course, doc. Send me some recommendations. Thank you for the… diagnosis. It’s very enlightening.”

“ Let me check some things out and we will go from there.” Doctor Phil took my blood pressure, heart rate, checked my ears, eyes, and mouth. “ Your breathing definitely does not sound right.” he assured me. “We are gonna get you in so you can have an x-ray done on your lungs.” We all walked

“Before all of the questions, I need to know what happened to my parents.” The nurse looked uncomfortable.