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I would oddamn word coed his hand over his face

"Yes," Doolittle said "You had a stroke You had several microstrokes simultaneously"

That’s me, the overachiever

Doolittle squinted at me, his face somber He usually appeared to be in his fifties, but he looked much older today, a tired black man with salt-and-pepper hair and kind eyes

"How are you feeling?"

I openeda word My voice was so weak "P"

They both leaned in, trying to heara sharp breath

"Ppeachy"

Curran exploded out of the chair, ood," Doolittle said, his expression somber

I tried to squeeze ht on it, because Curran must’ve put it there He knew Sarrat would ers around it

I couldn’t hold ht now I needed to be out of this hospital bed

A man stuck his head into the room "Ariela is in labor"

Doolittle pushed his chair to the door "I will be right back She’s confused and sedated Don’t do anything to aggravate her No stressful topics Nothing that could potentially upset her Less inforht here and monitor her"

A dark-haired man walked into the rooet out of here Panic took my throat into a clawed hand and squeezed

Curran blocked the light from theI felt his warers "It will be okay"

I had to tell hio home

"What is it?" Curran leaned closer to e her to talk" Saht drowned his irises

Sam’s mouth snapped shut I heard his teeth click

"What is it, baby?"

I finally squeezed the word out "Hoo hoood care of you You just have to hold on until the ic starts"

"Home"

"It will be okay"