A crown of brilliant red and yellow feathers was bent towards the light. Doctor Evans was watching me closely, pale eyes searching my face, waiting for me to go on. He started to talk very rapidly in Spanish. Edward held my chair for me, and I let him.
Chill, okay, I'm all right. If he decided I was more danger than help, he might he able to arrange an accident on the way to the car. Oh, hell, Edward, I don't know. Go on, Edward said, face still blank.
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