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He got there and she was arguing with the nurse.
Not loudly. She didn't do anything loudly. She sat on the edge of the treatment bed with her hands flat on either side of her and her jaw set, and the nurse stood in front of her with gauze and the look of someone who'd been losing the same argument for several minutes.
"She won't remove her upper layer," the nurse said. "I need access to the shoulder to disinfect and treat it properly."
"I'll handle it."
The nurse looked at him. Then at Nova. Then back at him.
"Bring the medication, antiseptic, and clean wrapping." He glanced at Nova when he said the next part. "And food. Whatever's in the kitchen." She didn't say anything. That was enough. "You can go prepare it."
The nurse set the gauze on the counter and went through the bac
