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clamped to the top. “You need to sign this medical release form.”

I looked down at the paper, my eyes catching the bold heading that mentioned the disclosure of all personal health records to designated family representatives.

“I can speak to the doctor myself, Brenda,” I said, taking the clipboard from her hand.

“It is just a standard continue reading …