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He came over to her. "Like a fish."
The bar was quiet enough, with games being played in the back room.
She sighed, consulting her chart. "Well, we can give her some medication that will make her sleepy. She has to sleep. It's probably contributing...
"Alrighty. Lead the way."
"Her blood sugar was extremely low, and her vitals suggest that she was exhausted, but the main cause of this incident, Mr. Craw, was most likely...
"Choose any one you want."
(Zoop?)
He took her hand and pulled her down the street, looking around excitedly.
Rowan closed the door behind them, shrugging out of his coat.
"She should be fine. We just have to run some tests," she said hurriedly. "Make sure that everything's alright."
She grinned, extending a hand to him.
"Well... how about a bar?"
She blinked but nodded as the other paramedics took Poppy away. "I see. Alright, then."
"Then we need to go."
(BOOP OOP THOOP HOOP?)
"This was a good idea."
"Are there any events that could be causing your wife this amount of stress?"
"So, what? You want to quit?"
"Isn't it?"
