“look, i don’t know what to tell you.” the brunette sighed, eyes meeting with the person who had stopped her outside the hospital “you should probably go talk to a gp about that, or maybe visit the emergency department. i’m just a neurosurgery resident, and you definitely don’t need brain surgery.” she spoke, trying to keep a calming expression on her face “ and i’m trying to eat my lunch.”
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