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The doctor saw them and approached them, concerned
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"Hello, my wife, she's sick, really sick,"
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"She's been vomiting and shivering,"
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"Might just be a cold...you sure you're not overreacting?"
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"No, she is sick. She has been vomiting for a week straight. Please, just help her,"
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The doctor nodded, calling them to a room to take some tests
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Nate carried her there, gently putting her on the examination table.
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The doctor looked over Dakota, running a few tests. "From what I can see...she's got a real bad cold and pneumonia." The doctor said. "But the blood test will confirm anything else"
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Nate nodded, waiting for the new tests to come in.
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