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86 : Health Check
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2024-10-29 19:42:56• L. H. Broussard Medical Center, France •
11:17 P.M.
"Yes. He's asleep now. The pain medication would, erm, wear off before lunch so I'll be back early in the morning to check on him."
Veronica nodded and replied 'Thanks', giving the friendly nurse a smile. The nurse's faint accent reminded her of her cousin Breanna's French lilt. "Could he leave a little earlier than Friday? I mean, will his doctor approve?"
"We will retest his blood tomorrow, another panel to recheck the numbers. If no problems at all, he can go," the nurse said with a few slight nods.
"Okay."
"Please call the nurse station if you need anything."
"Merci beaucoup."
"Okay." Clutching a patient chart, the short-haired woman in blue scrubs then headed to the other side of the hallway.
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