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Tim pointed at the bed that looked like an operating table.

Chloe Bishop frowned slightly, then walked over and lay down.

Tim pulled on gloves, picked up a penlight, and came closer. "Open your mouth."

Chloe Bishop did as told.

A moment later, he tossed aside the swab. "Your throat's a bit inflamed. Hold this."

He shoved a thermometer into her mouth and asked