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close eye on him, and yell if he gets worse. We'll give him another shot." She shook her head, causing her dark cap of hair to sway. "I knew he had an allergy, but I've never been around when this happened. Nasty, isn't it? Don't worry; he should be fine." |
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Abby kept repeating that to herself as they sped down the hill and across many roads to a large building identified on the outside as Cedars-Sinai Medical Center, where people who seemed to know what they were about took over Mike's care. |
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Much later, Mike lay on a narrow white bed in the medical center, dressed in a flimsy gown. He was breathing fine, and his color appeared normal. His eyes were their normal gleaming gray, and he managed a little smile. Abby sat beside him, for he held her hand in a strong grip. |
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"Thanks for helping to save me," he said. His voice was strong, its usual deep tone sending its familiar pleasant shivers through her. |
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"I . . . you should thank Hannah. She was the one who knew what to do." |
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"I'll thank her too, soon as she gets back with the paperwork to check me out of this place." He paused, letting go of her hand. "Abby, we need to talk." His tone was kind. Perhaps too kind. She had noticed police in the hallway downstairs. Maybe he was about to turn her over to them to help find her family. After all, she had frozen, unable to act until he had told her to call for Hannah. He might not forgive her for that. She cer- |
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