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I went back into the bathroom and washed my hands again. It still felt like I was covered in blood. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Be strong. I scrubbed my hands and arms until my skin was red again. I wiped away the tears that had formed in my eyes. Be strong. James needed me. I wasn't going to be sick. I wasn't going to do anything but be by his side until he woke up. Not if. When. I took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom. "Well, you don't have an infection." "Thank God. Can I go see him again?" "I think maybe you should take a seat." I shook my head. I wasn't sick. She couldn't make me stay in here. No, she didn't say I wasn't sick. She said I didn't have an infection. Normally my mind would be racing from possibilities. But I was tired. And upset. And completel
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