He shook his head. "No, that's not right. He's probably just pressurizing us to make mistakes. I have to tell everyone that he has come to speak to me. I can't stay in this bed anymore. Someone has to tell Len and Irving about this. I also want to see them as soon as possible."
Just as Claude started removing the needles slowly, the nurse walked in. She saw what the patient was doing, only to glare at him. Her voice came after a second. "Mr Lavallee…!"
"I have to see my friends. My anxiety attacks are getting worse! Please let me see them!" Claude tested his acting skills on the nurse, but the lady only scrunched her face. She walked toward him and stopped him from taking the needles out himself.
"Fine… but I'm supervising, okay? Why don't we fetch your other friend who already pulled that stunt on me?" The nurse shook her head. "At least he legit cried."
Claude twisted his lips. "That better not be Len, or else I'll feel bad for not witnessing it."
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