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Will drew in a deep breath at the forbidden topic. He still remembered the panic of spotting Merry unconscious outside of Finn's guesthouse. The dynamic, ball-of-energy girl he knew wasn't supposed to be splayed out like a rag doll in the flower bed. He'd charged across the lawn, and when he'd found her still breathing, he'd actually uttered a prayer to God—not something he often did.
He had enough EMT training to confirm that her heart was beating normally, her pulse strong. She'd been rendered unconscious, but nothing was fundamentally wrong with her. So instead of taking her to Urgent Care, he took her home and settled her onto his couch. He'd called into the office to file a report, and stayed home the rest of the afternoon as she slept it off.
Thinking she might end up spending
