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The nurse shook her head. ‘No, no one.’ ‘Got it, thanks.’ The nurse left, grateful to be away from the ward. Dr Chase’s friend was handsome but unapproachable, uncooperative, and possibly violent. Jesse knocked once before he pushed the door open. Austyn was lying on the single bed in his own rumpled clothes. He’d refused to let anyone touch him or change into a hospital gown. Jesse saw the broken shards of thermometer in the waste basket and mentally added its cost to Austyn’s bill. He cleared his throat and stood more than two metres away from the bed in case Austyn had more things to throw. ‘How are you feeling? Any dizziness, nausea, headache?’ Austyn didn’t respond. He had one arm draped over his forehead and his eyes were closed. Jesse removed a thermometer from the pocket of his white lab coat. ‘Time to take your temperature. You were running a forty-one-degree fever last night. Do you know how dangerous that is? You could’ve died, you know. Or suffered from permanent brain dama