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After a moment Fran tries to get to her feet. "Whoa," she says. She has trouble standing."Fran," Zack pleads, holding her arm. "The bloody guy. He's really sick. We have to do something."
"The hospital?" she asks, hopefully. He shakes his head.
"I collected some data," you say, and hand her the clipboard. You start to explain it, but she waves you to be quiet.
"First, the patient," she says. She's white as a sheet. You can tell she's working up courage.
"What's wrong?" Zack wants to know.
"She's got a phobia about blood," you tell him quietly. "A real bad phobia."
"Wow, " he whispers. "Bummer."
Continue with the mystery
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