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Something in the way Donald looked at Edie frightened her. He ranted and raved and she thought he was going to have another nervous breakdown. She nodded, not because she agreed, but because she wanted him to calm down. "I promise. I won't say anything to anyone," she said. Donald absorbed the words with his eyes closed and a smile fixed on his face. "Thank you. Edie," he said. As tears escaped his eyes, he went to wipe them, but he was too weak. His anguish overpowered him and he lost consciousness. "Donald, wake up. Something's wrong," Edie said out loud. "Dr. Clark," Edie screamed. Her quivering voice echoed through the room and into the ward. Dr. Clark immediately entered and saw Donald lying on the bed. He rushed over and checked Donald over. He let a sigh of relief and said, "He'