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Post by Avive de Rocaille on Jun 22, 2008 14:11:55 GMT -5
I'd lain abed since my meeting with Alain and Justin. I was feverish and rashy, and though I was not throwing up, I was drinking tea to stave off the nausea that wracked my body.
The wonderful staff had been so kind, bringing me everything I needed. The chirurgeon came a day later. "Your fever is down," he told me, "it should break soon."
"Thank you, doctor," I said.
After he left, I penned another note to Justin. With any luck, I would see him very soon.
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