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"She can die and have less priority at this point!" The doctor bellowed, storming out. Dakota was nearly vibrating with pain, barely able to hear through it
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Edited at May 16, 2026 12:13 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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A different doctor, a woman, walked through the door. "Your previous doctor said you have low pain tolerance and a mild headache. This true?" She asked soflty
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Edited at May 16, 2026 12:13 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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"I...just hurt...my head and stomach...and I wake up and throw up often..." She whispered
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Edited at May 16, 2026 12:14 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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The doctor nodded thoughtfully, jotting down notes. "We'll move her up in priority and maybe even take her to crtical care if it gets worse." She assured them, turing to leave. "I need to discuss a few things but while pulling some strings, we could potentially have you on your way with a prescription later today"
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Edited at May 16, 2026 12:14 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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Edited at May 16, 2026 12:14 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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The doctor nodded, leaving after checking her vitals. She gave them all a reassuring smile before bustling off to find something helpful
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