The Thompkins Clinic

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"I know, I know.  I'm the last person you wanted to see here, but...hear me out.  I'm not here for business."  He places a brown paper bag on the dresser next to her.  "Obviously pleasure's out of the question too.  Word about what happened shot through the channels."

He removes a small cup of peace yogurt and a spoon.  "So I did some checking in...I had a feeling you'd be here."   He doesn't give a second look to her bruises.  "Occupational hazards" as they're thought of. 

"I'm just here to talk, and...well, I wanted to see you."