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The Bleeding Room was quiet today. There were three patients lying at the far end, two of them unconscious, by the look of them, one sitting up looking out of the window.
All of them were covered in thick back leaches.
Ivan coughed as he approached the woman sitting by the window.
"Nice day," he said, by way of saying hello.
The woman nodded, not taking her eye from the window.
"How are you feeling?" Ivan asked. He picked up her chart. Her name was Kell and she had been brought in last week, while he was away. She had been very ill, in a coma, when she arrived. Her blood thick with infection.
The leaches had worked wonders for her.
He picked one off her face. She didn't flinch. The creature squirmed in his hand, a drop of the woman's blood fell to the floor.
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