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Andrea dresses for work in a navy pencil skirt and crisp white blouse. She slips on a pair of flats and clasps a small watch around her wrist to hide the ugly purple bruise. She walks downstairs and finds Andrew in the living room with a doctor. “How is he?” she asks the doctor. “He doesn’t have a fever, but the wounds are quite serious,” the doctor says. “I’m going to give him an IV to help him regain his strength, and I’ll re-bandage the wounds. At least his heart sounds normal, thank God.” The doctor busies himself with his medical bag as a petite nurse enters the room with an IV bag. Andrea looks down at the coffee table. It’s covered in different colored pill bottles and several rolls of bandages. There’s also a tablet containing Andrew’s medical records. The screen of the tablet i