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14. Lawrence
14 Lawrence I woke to Doctor Lucia adjusting the IV that… Wait, I hadn’t had an IV to this point, at least not here. I still had the port from the hospital at the ILR, though, and he’d already hooked me up to something clear that dripped from a bag hanging on a typical rack. “Please tell me that’s saline.” The words came out gummy, and after one more flick of his fingers against the port leading out from the bag, he handed me the cup of water that had been just out of reach on the small table beside the bed. I sipped, swished the cool liquid around in my mouth, and swallowed. Then I repeated the process. No matter how much I tried to hydrate the dried tissues, they refused. Doctor Lucia watched me and then took the empty cup, refilled it, and handed it back. “Go ahead and drink all you
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