"Good evening, Mr. Xiao," said Dr. Park as he closed the distance between them.
Xiao Zhan had barely returned the greeting when, without warning, Nurse Jang grabbed the doctor's upper arm and forced him to turn back around. She met no resistance.
"We have to go. We're already late," she said, dragging him.
"Nice to see you again!" Said Dr. Park over his shoulder as he obediently stumbled forward.
Xiao Zhan stood awkwardly in place as they reached the end of the corridor, neither of them looking back at him. Then, before they turned the corner, he saw her slap his arm as she spat angry words at him. As she'd spoken in Korean, he had no idea what she'd said, but he felt a little better seeing that he wasn't the only one on the receiving end of her temper. He stared at the now-empty hallway, trying to make sense of what he'd just witnessed. Then, he suddenly remembered Auntie Wang and hurried to Yibo's bedside.
He found her sitting by her son, brow furrowed as she chewed on the end of a pen. On her lap was a notepad covered in what looked like figures. From time to time, she looked at her cellphone, which she appeared to use as a calculator and jotted down more numbers. She shook her head and sighed.
"Auntie?"
She jumped, her notes slipping to the floor. She rushed to pick the pad up, but Xiao Zhan was quicker.
"Xiao Zhan. You're here," she said, holding out her hand to grab the notepad.
Xiao Zhan couldn't resist looking down at it. It took him only a second to realize that the numbers were tagged with bits of text, each one itemizing the various costs of Yibo's hospitalization. He wasn't quite familiar with the value of wons, but the total seemed to be quite high.
"What is this about?" He asked, finally handing back the notes.
She clutched the pad tightly and sighed again, looking at her son. Xiao Zhan sat down next to her, thus entering her field of vision.
"Did you get a good rest? Why are your trousers wet?" She asked, still ignoring his question.
"I did. I slipped and fell on wet grass. Auntie, what is going on? Nurse Jang told me Yibo's manager came by."
She turned her head, avoiding his gaze.
"It's nothing you should worry about."
He titled his head.
"Auntie…"
"It's fine, really," she said, turning back to him with a forced smile. "Here, you must be hungry."
She tried to give him a clementine. He put his hand on the offered fruit and pushed it down.
"Auntie. Nurse Jang was worried enough to tell me to make sure you were alright," he said.
She shook her head and sighed before putting the clementine back in her bag.
"That girl has the eyes of a hawk."
"Is this about the hospital bill?" Xiao Zhan asked.
Her shoulder slumped slightly. She finally nodded.
"BoBo's manager did come by about an hour ago. He told me that because the accident happened while he was riding his motorcycle on personal time, the agency's insurance wouldn't cover the cost of his hospitalization."
Xiao Zhan blinked, his mouth open with shock.
"But… But don't they normally promote his racing activities?"
She nodded.
"Yes, but apparently, his contract clearly stipulates that any injury incurred outside his professional activities will not be covered as such behaviour is considered a liability. The agency can't prevent him from riding on personal time, but the clause is meant to act as a deterrent."
Knowing Yibo, this had probably gone six feet over his head. Nothing could stand between the man and his motorcycles.
"What about the national healthcare coverage?" He asked.
She shook her head again.
"Because he mostly worked home recently, he hasn't lived in Korea long enough to meet the requirements. He's not covered."
Once again, he looked at the large amount at the bottom of her notes.
"I take it this is quite a big sum?" He asked, pointing.
She converted the amount to yuans. He choked on his saliva. Auntie Wang patted his back as he coughed.
"That's what his bill stands at right now ?" He asked when he could finally speak again.
She pointed at a smaller yet still substantial figure on the page.
"That's now. This total is what it'll come up to if he stays here for two weeks. This is a month," she explained as she showed him the different totals.
He opened his mouth to speak but struggled to put his thoughts into words. That was a preposterous amount of money. It made sense, of course. Korea was one of the, if not the most popular medical tourism destination in the world, and the prices reflected that.
"Didn't he get private insurance for this trip?" he asked in a last-ditch effort, already knowing the answer.
"I checked, but it doesn't seem like it. You know how he is; since the agency covers him when he works, he usually doesn't get extra coverage."
Xiao Zhan had pestered him about this in the past, and they had fought over it. Actually, they had argued about it regarding this trip. He now wished he'd been more insistent.
"Can't the hospital transfer him back home?"
She sighed and looked at Yibo again.
"I asked Dr. Park. He says we shouldn't risk it as long as he's unstable."
She looked back at Xiao Zhan.
"I'm not willing to put his life in danger, but…"
He understood her dilemma. Depending on how long Yibo remained in the ICU, and even if they used Yibo's savings, the final bill could well bring the Wangs to the brink of bankruptcy. They both silently stared at the numbers on the page for a moment. Xiao Zhan was wracking his brain, trying to find a solution. This was a lot of money. Yet, he was already doing some math. Going ahead with his idea would create a massive hole in his savings and set him back a few years. However, it was doable. He was in charge of his finances, so he wouldn't need to justify the expense to anyone. Ironically, the main obstacle would probably be Auntie Wang herself. He didn't want to embarrass her, but he was confident he could reason with her. This was an extreme situation. Yibo's life was at stake. He cleared his throat.
"Auntie, do you need me to help you pay?"
She stared at him as if unable to believe she'd heard him correctly. Then her eyes filled with tears, which she quickly blinked away. She took his hand in hers and gave it a soft squeeze.
"Xiao Zhan, I knew you'd say something like this, and that's why I would have preferred you didn't know about this. It's very nice of you, but I would never dream of asking you to pay. This is a family matter."
For the second time that day, "family" had been invoked in a way that made it clear where people drew the line between Yibo and him. A voice in his head piped up, saying that maybe his mother was right after all. He immediately silenced it, but this split second was long enough for a pained expression to flash on his face. Auntie Wang noticed and squeezed his hand again.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. You are family, Xiao Zhan. You're BoBo's GeGe, and nothing can change that. But I don't want you to shoulder this burden. That is my responsibility as a parent. Do you understand?"
He nodded, but his heart still felt heavy. She returned her hand to her lap.
"I've already called my brother and left him a message. He's been managing Yibo's finances since the beginning, so he shouldn't have any issue transferring me some money from his account when the time comes. Plus, BoBo's manager told me we wouldn't have to pay anything for a while and that the hospital would definitely arrange for a payment plan at the very least. In the meantime, he said he would do his best to find a way to get the agency to foot, if not the entirety, at least part of the bill. I just felt a little overwhelmed, that's all. Things will be alright."
"I hope so," he replied.
"Hope is all we have," she said, getting up.
She started gathering her things.
"Since you're here, I should probably get going. Nurse Jang suggested we take turns at his bedside. I hate to ask you this, but are you alright with staying here at night?"
He nodded. She smiled
"Thank you."
"Speaking of Nurse Jang, did you see her before she left?" Xiao Zhan couldn't resist asking.
Auntie Wang's tired face suddenly lit up, and she looked at him with a mischievous smile. She got closer.
"You saw her, too, right? Dressed to the nine?"
He nodded. She chuckled.
"When I was talking to Dr. Park, he told me he was going to some kind of fundraiser tonight but would be on call if anything happened. He said nothing else, but when I saw Nurse Jang, well…" She said conspiratorially.
So they were a couple, after all, he thought. He couldn't help but smile at the idea of anyone having to put up with her strong personality daily. His admiration for Dr. Park grew tenfold.
"I saw him come to pick her up in front of the nurse station," he whispered in the same tone.
The shock on her face was worth all the grief he would get Nurse Jang in the future.
"I knew it! You see, Mrs. Min and I were talking this afternoon…"
"Who is Mrs. Min?" He interrupted.
"Second bed across," she said, pointing at a woman in her late fifties peeling a tangerine while watching something on a tablet. "Her husband was injured at work."
"Since patient confidentiality rules prevent Nurse Jang from telling us what happened to that little girl across the way yesterday, I asked Mrs. Min if she knew anything."
"Does she also speak Mandarin?" He asked, finding it hard to believe that there were that many Chinese speakers in this Seoul hospital.
"No, no. I used an app!"
Auntie Wang proudly took her phone out of her pocket and showed him how the app recorded her words and then translated them into Korean. Xiao Zhan remembered some of the local staff using something similar while he was on set in Thailand, but he'd forgotten about it since no one had ever tried it on him. He couldn't help but feel his first encounter with Head Nurse Lee might have gone smoother had he thought of it.
"That's pretty clever, Auntie. And what happened to the little girl?" he asked, ultimately more interested in her fate than in Nurse Jang gossip.
Auntie Wang's expression suddenly turned serious.
"The poor thing. Mrs. Min is quite friendly with Head Nurse Lee, and so she asked her what had happened."
So much for patient confidentiality, he thought.
"She told her that the little girl had been beaten by her father. It wasn't the first time, either, apparently. Can you imagine such a thing?"
He could. He'd had a classmate in fourth grade who'd regularly come to school covered in bruises until, one day, he'd stopped coming altogether. No one had ever explained it, but later — He couldn't quite remember how — he'd learn that the boy hadn't simply "moved to a different town."
"They took her away in the middle of the night," he said, his memories of the past overlapping with his recollection of the previous night's anguished mother.
She nodded.
"Yes. Mrs. Min says they couldn't save her this time... She was ten."
Xiao Zhan felt as if he'd been punched in the gut.
"How parents can do this to their own children is beyond me," she added.
They both looked at Yibo for a while, lost in their respective thoughts.
"Anything I should know?" he finally asked, hoping to get out of this negative thought spiral.
She brought a hand to her forehead.
"What a scatterbrain I am. I should have told you this first, sorry."
"It's alright."
He got up to help her put her jacket on.
"For now, all I can tell you is Dr. Park said there was a slight improvement and that he's on his way to being stable. He thinks they might be able to take him off the respirator soon. They also switched one of his medications this morning to see if it'll deal better with the inflammation in his brain. Other than that, he's the same old BoBo."
She walked to the head of his bed and squeezed her son's hand.
"I'm leaving now. Be good, ok? GeGe is going to stay with you."
She then turned around, wished Xiao Zhan goodnight, and was on her way. He watched her say goodbye to Mrs. Min and followed her with his eyes until she was out of the ward. Then, doing his best to avoid looking at the empty bed across the way, he closed the curtain and pulled a chair close to Yibo's bed. He took his hand in his and kissed the palm softly.
"Hey, sleepyhead," he said. "Aren't you bored yet?"
The regular beeping of the machines was his only response. He pressed Yibo's curled fingers against his cheek and stared at his closed eyes.
"If you wanted an expensive gift, you could have just asked, you know. You didn't have to make a scene like this."
He didn't know why he kept making these stupid quips. He realized that if anyone heard him, they would think he was utterly heartless. Yet, he couldn't help it. They'd always enjoyed riling each other up. However, part of him knew that he would spend most of his waking hours crying if he said what really was on his mind. A smaller part of him vainly hoped that teasing Yibo would lead to him waking up and retorting in anger. It was fanciful, but dreaming was free.
He kissed his hand again before gently putting it back down.
"I walked around today. It was really nice and warm outside. You would have liked it."
He then proceeded to tell him about his promenade, the apartment he'd chosen for himself, and the restaurants where he would take him when he got better. When he got to the part about the hotteok vendor, he remembered the treats in his jacket pocket. He took the paper bag out and took a large bite of the cake before showing it to him.
"I got those things you like, see?"
As he shook his hand, some filling fell onto Yibo's hand.
"Shit!"
Xiao Zhan shoved the treat back in the bag and took a quick look around for something to wipe the man's hand. As he did, the thick honey filling began slowly sliding down the side, dangerously at risk of falling on the bedsheet. Without thinking, he dove forward and covered it with his mouth, sucking the syrup off and preventing a mess. At the same exact moment, the curtain slid open.
As soon as his eyes met the confused gaze of Head Nurse Lee, he straightened himself with an embarrassed laugh. There was no time to download a translation app, so he reached for the bag of hotteok and tried to mimic what had happened. She continued to give him a weird look and left as soon as she'd performed her routine check. He heard her laugh before she exited the ward. He covered his hot face and groaned.
"She's going to think I'm a fucking pervert."
Xiao Zhan finished eating one of the cakes and then washed his hands, bringing a towel back to take care of the sticky mess he'd created. This task done, he took off his glasses and put them on a chair. Then he leaned forward and pillowed his head on his right arm, finger touching the tip of Yibo's. The sleep that had eluded him all morning came instantly.
He had no idea how long he'd been asleep when a slight tremor woke him. He opened his eyes and sat back up just as Yibo's body began convulsing violently on the bed, the medical equipment blaring in warning.
"YIBO!!"
—Mini-Theatre—
Taxi drivers: Your pants are wet.
Nurse Jang: Mr. Xiao, your pants are wet.
Dr. Park: Are your trousers wet, Mr. Xiao?
Auntie Wang: Xiao Zhan, your trousers are wet.
Mrs. Min: 소씨, 바지가 젖었어요.
XZ: OMG! CAN YOU STOP TALKING ABOUT THIS??
WY *miraculously waking up*: GeGe?
XZ: YIBO?!
WY: GeGe, your pants are wet.
XZ: * Flips table*
Xiao Zhan jumped to his feet and frantically pressed the nurse call button. Resisting the urge to touch Yibo, he grabbed his glasses, then pushed the chairs out of the way and rushed to the curtain. Before he could even touch it, it opened in his face to reveal Nurse Jang and Dr. Park still dressed in their evening clothes. They didn't pay any attention to him as he flattened himself against the wall and side-stepped out of the cubicle. Once across the way, he stood at the foot of the empty bed staring as if in a dream at the scene unfolding in front of him.
More nurses rushed in and crowded the small space around the bed. Their movements seemed perfectly rehearsed, not responding to Dr. Park's commands but anticipating them. He watched as they started to wheel Yibo's bed out, doing their best to control his still-thrashing body. Suddenly, he stiffened and went limp. A loud, solid beeping sound was heard.
Xiao Zhan's eyes fell on the flatlining ECG monitor. Time slowed down.
Dr. Park barked orders. The bed, having stopped right in front of him, Xiao Zhan got a front-seat view as a nurse ripped open Yibo's hospital gown and began performing chest compressions. He followed Nurse Jang with his eyes as she ran to a cabinet, grabbed an injector, unwrapping it deftly before handing it to Dr. Park, who jabbed the patient's upper chest. All of a sudden, a tremor went through Yibo's body as the ECG resumed its erratic but rhythmic beeping. Time accelerated again, and the bed was whisked out of the ward under Dr. Park's constant orders and monitoring.
Xiao Zhan, his breath shallow, limbs trembling, slowly let himself slump to the floor. The tiles were hard and cold, and he shivered in his sweat-drenched clothes. He stared across at the empty cubicle. Empty sterilization wrappers lay where they had been left.
"Are you ok?"
The robotic voice made him jump, and he looked up to find Mrs. Min standing next to him, her phone pointed in his direction. It took him a moment to understand she hadn't said the words, but the app had. He pinched his lips and nodded tentatively as if the movement was new to him. She said something else into her phone, which again translated for her.
"Help need you getting up?"
He would probably have laughed at the clunky sentence in any other situation, but he just shook his head. She nodded once and sighed, her eyes filled with compassion and pity for him. Then she went back to her husband's bedside.
With unsteady hands, Xiao Zhan got to his feet and staggered to Yibo's cubicle. He sat on one of the chairs and took out his phone. With a calmness he couldn't explain, he called Auntie Wang. It rang a few times before going to voicemail. No matter how many times he tried, the result was the same. Finally, giving up, he set the phone down and stared ahead. He had no idea how long he remained that way. His mind was utterly blank. Any attempt at thinking just led to static noise. Eventually, feeling the need to occupy himself, he got to his feet and started picking up the trash left by the nurses.
"You don't have to do this," said a soft female voice as his hand reached for a piece of plastic.
He straightened up and found himself facing Nurse Jang. She was slightly dishevelled, and her makeup was smudged around the eyes. However, she was now dressed in scrubs, her high-heels and dress long gone. She extended her upturned hand towards his. He looked at it, confused.
"Give it here," she said, gently taking the scraps from him. He let her.
She quickly shoved the lot in her pocket and then took his wrist.
"You should come with me," she said.
He shook his head and freed himself as if her small fingers had been burning like hot brands. He didn't like this kind version of Nurse Jang. Her gentleness dizzied him. It felt wrong. No. It meant that something was wrong. And that scared him more than her anger ever could.
"I have to stay here. Auntie Wang…"
"She's already here. I called her. Come," she said, as if to a small child.
She put a hand on his lower back and gave him a little push. He started to move.
Had he been asked how far or how long he'd walked, Xiao Zhan wouldn't have been able to answer. He was still in a daze when they reached a small windowless room furnished with comfortable chairs and a couch on which Auntie Wang sat, wringing her hands. She stood up as soon as she saw him.
"Xiao Zhan!"
She rushed to him and took his hands. Tears flowed down her face.
"Are you alright?"
He didn't have time to respond before she continued.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Oh, Xiao Zhan! I should've stayed. I'm so sorry. I knew. I should've stayed… I should've told you…"
Her words soon devolved into sobs. She shook him, her grip on his hands so tight that it began to hurt.
"Auntie…" he said, unable to find anything else to say.
He tried to free himself, if not to hug her, at least to try to calm her down, but she held on.
"I should've told you," she wailed. "BoBo… BoBo…"
Nurse Jang, who'd stayed at a distance until now, stepped in, putting her hands atop Auntie Wang's and Xiao Zhan's.
"Auntie. Auntie. Look at me. Auntie," she said in a calm voice.
The older woman followed her command, tears still spilling onto her cheek uninterrupted.
"We have to calm down, alright? So we're going to let go of Mr. Xiao's hands, alright?"
"But I have to…" she protested.
Nurse Jang shook her head.
"I will tell him everything he needs to know. Alright? Let's just calm down now and sit."
Auntie Wang looked the other woman in the eyes and nodded, sniffling. She slowly released Xiao Zhan. As soon as she did, Nurse Jang took his place and put her hands in hers.
"Good, now let's sit down. Here, let me help you."
The nurse helped Auntie Wang sit back down. The latter immediately covered hid her face in the collar of her sweater and started to sob uncontrollably. Nurse Jang sat next to her and petted her back.
Xiao Zhan had witnessed the whole scene as if he'd been having an out-of-body experience. He couldn't reconcile himself with what had and was taking place. All this couldn't possibly be happening to him. This was all make-believe. They were pretending. Soon, someone would yell, "Cut!" and real life would resume. It had to.
"I have to go now," he heard himself say.
Spurred by an inexplicable urge to move, he turned away from this scene of grief and stepped out of the room. He had no destination in mind; he just walked. Nurse Jang immediately caught up with him and grabbed his wrist. This time, her grip was firm.
"Mr. Xiao, where are you going?"
He looked down at her.
"I…" he tried to think but hit a wall. Where was he going? "I don't know," he finally said, looking down into her eyes.
"Here."
She guided him to one of the chairs that lined the dimly lit hallway. He sat down, his body shivering lightly. She crouched in front of him and observed his eyes. Then, she took his wrist and, looking at a clock on the wall, she checked his pulse. He suddenly found the whole situation hilarious.
"Are my meridians ok, shizun? Will I lose my vital force?" he asked with a weird laugh.
She only sighed, her gaze moving from the clock to his eyes.
"You're in shock. Stay here."
As soon as she got up, he made to follow. She firmly pushed him back down in his seat.
"Stay," she repeated in an authoritative voice closer to what he was used to.
This time, he obeyed.
She was gone only long enough to get another nurse at Autie Wang's side and grab a blanket and some warm tea. When she returned to Xiao Zhan, he was in the same position she had left him in. She handed him the paper cup before covering him. She sat next to the man and, seeing that he was just holding the beverage, made him drink. She then took the cup out of his trembling hands and set it on the floor.
For a while, they sat, Auntie Wang's sobs the only sound breaking the silence. After a bit, they quieted down and finally stopped. In time, Xiao Zhan's body's tremors subsided, leaving him exhausted but also allowing his mind to slowly clear up and engage anew.
"What did she mean by 'I should've told you', " he asked, staring at the wall.
"I can only assume she meant she should have told you about the risks of the medicine they started giving Mr. Wang this morning."
He turned to her.
"What risks?"
She faced him.
"I don't know if you're aware Mr. Wang suffered from myocarditis in the past.
Xiao Zhan nodded. Yibo hadn't liked to talk about it because it brought back painful memories, but it was a well-known fact in the industry.
"The drug he was given this morning is very effective but can also have negative side effects in patients with heart conditions. The risks were minimal as Mr. Wang's heart was in good health and considered recovered. But no matter how advanced medical science is, there are still imponderables. We informed Mrs. Wang of the low possibility of an adverse reaction, and she agreed to the treatment knowingly. However, she asked us not to tell you. She didn't want to worry you. "
Xiao Zhan was left speechless, unable to deal with the mix of complex emotions her words had awoken. He could only continue to move forward with his inquiry.
"Back there. His heart…"
His face scrunched up, but he quickly composed himself anew. She nodded and put a hand on his forearm.
"His heart stopped. But Dr. Park restarted it."
Before Xiao Zhan could react, a nurse walked up to them and said something to Nurse Jang. The latter nodded and stood up.
"Dr. Park has news. Let's go."
In the small room, Xiao Zhan found Dr. Park talking to Auntie Wang, who stood supported by a nurse. Tears ran down her cheeks again, and her lips were tightly pressed together. The moment he saw her, he feared the worst. His vision darkened for a split second, and he had to right himself onto Nurse Jang to avoid collapsing to the floor. She helped him to the closest chair and, yet again, had him put his head between his knees. This time, however, no quip escaped her lips.
When Xiao Zhan had finally recovered, Dr. Park cleared his throat. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his face lacked the vivacity it usually exuded. He began to speak but stumbled over the words, his exhaustion proving too great for him to speak Mandarin. Finally, giving up, he addressed them in Korean, Nurse Jang interpreting for him.
"We have managed to stabilize Mr. Wang. However, he's still not out of danger. He suffered a short cardiac arrest, and although we've taken measures to minimize the risks of another episode, until the drugs are completely cleared from his system, the possibility remains. I also have to tell you that the epinephrine we used to restart his heart, although very small in dose, could lead to permanent cognitive damage. This is unlikely for various reasons I won't go into right now. However, as Mr. Wang's cognitive abilities were unknown before the administration of adrenaline, due to the head trauma and his current comatose state, it'll be challenging to ascertain the cause should there be permanent consequences. We will keep him under observation for the rest of the night. Nurse Jang or I will inform you should any change occur. I recommend you rest for now. "
With these words, Dr. Park gave the nurses some instructions and left the room.
With each word that had escaped Nurse Jang's mouth, Auntie Wang's demeanour had grown calmer and more composed. It was as if having exact knowledge had enabled her to quiet her mind and see the situation for what it truly was. On Xiao Zhan, however, Dr. Park's relayed words had had the opposite effect. His body had grown uncomfortably warm, and he had started sweating profusely. Moreover, the pain in his stomach had come back in full force, making him feel as though a red-hot poker had been thrust all the way through to his back. He was nauseated, and all his agitated mind could think of was that if Yibo didn't die tonight, he might wake up a completely different man, his mental capacities significantly reduced. The thought dizzied him.
Xiao Zhan stood up, breath shallow. He needed to get out of this small room where the walls appeared to slowly be closing in. As Nurse Jang had momentarily stepped out, following after Dr. Park and the other nurse was busy taking care of Auntie Wang, he made his escape unhindered. Once again, he didn't know where he was going. However, he knew what he was looking for this time: a bathroom.
Hospitals being designed with the sick in mind, it wasn't long before he found a restroom and was able to lock himself in. Then, as if his body had sensed that he was now safe from prying eyes, Xiao Zhan was assailed by a violent wave of nausea and retched in the sink.
When he finally emerged on the other side and looked up into the mirror, he was shocked to see that his pallid reflection had blood on its lips.
I started this chapter with a good idea of where it would go, yet it still managed to surprise me. Putting Xiao Zhan through this really took it out of me, and I was a bit shaky myself once I was done with the first draft.
**About the medical stuff**
As I’ve mentioned to a reader in the comments before, I’m not a doctor, nor am I even remotely connected to the medical field. (I hate hospitals.) So even tho I did quite a bit of research for the medical stuff in this chapter, I will probably have gotten something wrong.
Apparently, epinephrine can be administered straight to the heart through the chest if other ways are obstructed. It usually seems to be injected intra-muscularly, but nowhere I looked said where on the body exactly, so I had to improvise. The part about permanent brain damage is also true, although the research papers I skimmed seemed to say there were many variables involved.
Lastly, as for Yibo’s broken leg raised above the bed, I had first envisioned a sling hanging from the ceiling, but a little googling revealed that frames can be attached to hospital beds to support the slings. So, in case you thought I had forgotten about his poor leg, be reassured, I hadn’t. It didn’t get yanked, but at first, I almost had him kick Nurse Jang in the face. She’s probably glad I changed my mind, and he didn’t.
Happy readings!
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