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chaos. The lights were too bright, and the air smelled of antiseptic, bleach, and burnt coffee. It was the smell of panic and routine all mixed together.
They wheeled Emily into Trauma Bay 3, and Ryan followed them, almost tripping over his own expensive shoes. His voice was a high-pitched whine that grated on my nerves.
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