
Shortly thereafter, two very hot - and sensitive - EMS guys showed up with a gurney. I cowered behind the privacy curtain whimpering, while they carefully lifted John from his bed and he yelled out in pain. Trudy, meanwhile, busily prepared for the move by stuffing her purse with any and all hospital supplies she could get her hands on.
“Do you want any gauze?”
“No. Why would I want gauze?”
“In case. Are you sure? I'll take extra. You might change your mind later....How about latex gloves?”
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