[Tony rubs at an itch in the center of his chest that may or may not be real. It's still strange, to find nothing but skin and muscle and the hard backboard of his sternum under his shirt.]
My doctors. [One of his eyebrows pops up, but he also feels his stomach start to turn, because in a way, he's already afraid of what she's going to say.]
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My doctors. [One of his eyebrows pops up, but he also feels his stomach start to turn, because in a way, he's already afraid of what she's going to say.]