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After Zachary helped Kendall sit in a chair, I left the necklace popped on the counter and fixed the bag on my shoulder. I prepared a mixture of water and sugar that Tyler asked for, and while leaving the glass in my friend's sweaty hands, I found Dennis pulling Mabel by one of his hands, sitting her on one of the white tables. Whatever he was talking to her, it didn't seem to be something pleasant. The childish face of the golden-haired woman had turned redder than a tomato, and one of her hands landed against her chest, she seemed amazed.

"Mila, I'm going to take Kendall to the hospital. You can go home, tomorrow we'll check the stock. "Tyler said softly, touching my arm.

I nodded, even after casting a cautious look at the female figure folded over the plastic chair. Kendall was babbling to Zachary, and I had the slight impression that he dictated all his spiritual medals. I shook my head lightly, deciding that I wouldn't get in. My experience with medical care was so vague that it