After he stitched up my arm, Dr. Ethan Forester set it gently in a sling. As he was making his final notes in the chart, I sighed "Oh no, I never did get through the window to get my keys. I'm still locked out."
"What are you doing here over the break anyway? Aren't you scared of being in the dorm by yourself?" he asked.
to be continued...
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