I sigh as the doctor, who genuinely seems like a nice lady, stitches up the wound on my arm. I told her it was a fishing accident, but I don't even fish. I glance around the room, taking notes in case I need to bail. I notice the door open and look out into another room with a decompression chamber in it, the person inside it visibility in pain, so I can guess they haven't been in there but a few minutes.
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