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	(Hendrix) Ok I need to look at the wound. Do you mind? *walks over*
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	*freddy sits up* go ahead...
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	(Hendrix) *checks the wound and mumbles to himself* It seems to be infected. I'll get antibiotics and you need bed rest. Roughly a week or two. *walks out to get antibiotics*
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	*freddy looks annoyed* dammit...
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	(Hendrix) *comes back a pill bottle in hand* Take one every day for any sort of nausea, light/heavy headness and stomach trouble.
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	Um ok... *lies back down on the bed*
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	(Hendrix) Call someone if you need help. *walks out the door shaking head*