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make sense,” Rachel muttered, staring at the screen. “This pattern… this looks like toxicity, not infection.”
“Standard battlefield sepsis,” Alcott said from the doorway. “You’re overreacting—”
“No.” Rachel spun around. “General, where was he? I need to know the environment.”
Higgins hesitated. “That’s classified.”
“General, your son is dying. Not from continue reading …
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