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The impersonal one assigned to him, the cursory redhead with the ponytail, had already checked his vitals and ordered a blood draw. The rest of the nursing staff steered clear. They had more important things to do than to calm the nerves of a grown man complaining of stomach pain, which if his panels came back as the last ten had, it would turn out to be another bad case of indigestion. They were in for a surprise, that's for sure.

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