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Forrest looked at me

“Go check her,” I ordered

“Why you sendin’ him?” Cam asked

“Because he’s a doctor—was a doctor”

“No shit?”

“And why isn’t he one anymore?” Casper asked

“Because in his last year of residency, he tore his ot a taste for narcotics”

“Clean now?” Casper asked

“As a whistle”

“Got a soft spot for disgraced doctors, do ya?” he said, fighting a grin

I stood without replying and headed upstairs I wasn’t going down that road with hi on why Forrest was a part of the teaether the first tione all the way through medical school and ended up with no letters after their names was the only similarity between the two

“You have any other sy Cec as I stepped into the bedroom

“No, I just feel like shit,” she replied, shifting a little, like she couldn’t get comfortable

“What about your tit?” I asked,everyone look in ?”

“Yeah,” Cecilia said “It’s just sore”

“Is it hot to the touch?” Farrah asked “Do you think you have a clog?”

“A what?” Cecilia asked in confusion

“A clogged milk duct”

They went back and forth discussing Cecilia’s breasts until Forrest interrupted

“If you’ve got a fever and you feel like shit, it’s probably ed duct,” he said “Sounds like mastitis”

“Shit,” Farrah muttered

“What?” Cecilia looked between them “What’s that?”

“It’s an infection You’ll need antibiotics,” Forrest replied

“We need to call your—” Farrah stopped mid-sentence “We call your doctor, there’s a damn record”

“I can get ’em,” Forrest said

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