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"Lawson will be fine," Carl shouted from the carpet. "He's just suffered a shock to his system, I think." "You think?" Melanie snapped. "What kind of doctor are you, anyway?" "His vitals are fine," Carl said. "I'm sure it's just psychological." "If his vitals are fine, why is he passed out on my floor?" Melanie wailed. "Where's the ambulance? He needs to see a real doctor." "My floors," Isabel corrected. Janet glared up at her from the floor, "What the hell is wrong with you? My dad fainted—he could be dying—and you're still trying to kick us out. You're sick!" "You guys did the same when my dad died," Isabel said with a shrug. "But that didn't stop you from kicking Maria and Samuel out of the house as quickly as you could, did it? Besides, Dr. Jordan says he'