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this, she was not missing her break.  
    Barron turned as if to walk toward the lab.  As soon as the nurse was out of sight, he returned to the drawn curtain.  He slinked his way toward the hospital bed and looked at the man’s back.  It was riddled with metal shards and gashes where the metal shards had been.  He noticed a tattoo on his arm, “Marcus Smith” was written in bold letters.  
    “We’ve been working on him since six last night,” Barron heard the nurses coming back.  He ducked under the curtain.  Out of fear of getting caught, he waited until the walkway was clear of the nurse that scolded him.  When he heard her voice next to Marcus Smith, he darted toward the lab.
    The lab was a few turns away from triage.  Barron entered the lab and was greeted by Ron.  “Hello Ronald, I’m dropping off a blood panel for Mac,” Barron chuckled his hello.  He knew that Ron hated his first name.
    Ron sternly shot back, “First off, it’s Ron, don’t call me Ronald.  Second, give me the panel. You’re lucky this is for Mac.  You smartass.”  
    Barron stared at Ron’s freckles and buckteeth.  Ron was a giant compared to Barron.  Even with a counter between them, Barron had to look straight up to see his face.
    Ron continued, “Let Mac know that I’ll have the results back in a couple days.  I have other things to test with a higher priority.  When the guys who are protecting you need something, you get it done.”  His tasking was set by the authorities in town.
    “These panels are for the militia as well.  Don’t you think these are a priority too… Ron?” Barron asked, “Mac is doing this for the militia.”  
    Ron looked at the vials of blood and then back to Barron, “Okay, since they are for Mac and the militia… I’ll have them done tomorrow.”  
    “Thanks… Ron,” Barron snickered.
    “Watch it, they’re not done yet,” Ron said to a grinning Barron.  Barron dropped his smirk and walked out of the lab.  As he was making his way to the exit, he returned to Marcus Smith’s hospital bed.  He glanced through the curtain and saw the doctor and nurses removing the metal shards from his back.  “At least they aren’t deep,” muttered Barron, pulling his head from the curtain.  
    Barron walked back to Mac’s clinic, passing by the shopping center.  Derrick was nowhere in sight and the few shops conducting business were closing down for the evening.  Nobody was allowed out at night except for the militia.  They were the only ones permitted to be outside after the sun went down for citizen’s protection.  
    The Trolls were active only at night and the militia members standing guard shot on sight, or even sound.  That was life.  Get everything done during the day.  When the sun went down, it didn’t matter if death was delivered by the Trolls or by the militia, nobody wanted to die.
    Barron entered the clinic and heard Mac, “Barron, get back here now!”  Barron ran to the new woman’s bed.  He knew that was where Mac would be since she was the only one there.  He entered the room and the woman was convulsing.  “Grab her!” Mac yelled.  Barron ran to the other side of the bed and threw his hands out to catch her arms.  She was shaking uncontrollably but he kept his full weight pressed on her arms.  Then she suddenly stopped convulsing.  Her body froze.  Mac released his grip, “Barron, you can let go now.”  Barron lifted his hands and looked at her monitor.  
    “Mac, her vitals are the same as when I left,” Barron said.  
    “She started a couple of seconds before you walked in the door.  Her pulse started to race and I came into the room.  I thought she was going to shake right out of bed,” Mac said, wiping his brow.  Mac had a high standard of care but she was different.  There was something about this woman that made Mac nervous about her welfare getting poorer.
    “Let’s get an X-ray to see if we can spot anything in her… I