Chapter 4
Six months, that can’t be right, can it?
"Dr. Dorian, are you paying attention?"
… "Banana hammock!" Stupid.
Dr. Kelso glares at me. "I’ll take that as a ‘no’." He mutters, then turns away to lead rounds to the next patient.
Elliot punches my arm. "What’s wrong with you?"
"Just thinking about something." Six months can’t possibly be right. I
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