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“You’ll still help me, won’t you?” Maria whispered as Lisa locked the exam room door. “The way we talked about?”
“Are you sure? There’s no going back. I have to break some rules to do this.”
“I don’t want you to get into trouble for me.”
“Don’t worry about me. I’m going to switch your identity with someone else’s, just temporarily. I have another patient who just got released. For the next hour, your name is Margaret Whipple and you had a bad reaction to plastic surgery.”
Lisa grabbed a wheelchair from the hallway and settled Maria into it. She spent a heart-thumping few minutes bandaging her head with layers of gauze. They didn’t want any of the other hospital personnel to recognize her.
She took Mrs. Whipple’s clipboard and hid Maria’s behind a sharps disposal container.
“Don’t
