[ Claude isn't planning to stay long in the clinic. He'd gotten a little banged up tussling with one of the creatures that had slinked its way out of the woods, claws raking down his arm bad enough that he needed a lie down and a bandage up. But he's all right for the most part, and there are plenty of people busy dying that need beds more than he does.
Even if he does feel uniquely under the weather. ]
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[ He squints at Jill when the door busts open, trying to decipher the words coming out of her mouth. ]
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Even if he does feel uniquely under the weather. ]
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[ He squints at Jill when the door busts open, trying to decipher the words coming out of her mouth. ]
Is this some kind of joke?