Reject Me, Alpha Tate
The room was totally silent except for the sound of my pen scratching against the paper.
Next, I reached for the blood pressure cuff. "I need to check your pressure now, Tracy," I said softly.
She did not argue. She simply extended her arm, keeping her gaze fixed on the blanket. I wrapped the cloth cuff around her arm and pumped it up. I listened closely through my stethoscope, watching the dial drop slowly. Her blood pressure was seventy-two over one-ten. It was still elevated, but it was improved from the week before. I carefully wrote the numbers down in the journal, making a neat secondary notation next to the date. I capped my pen and closed the folder, straightening the papers against
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