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Chase tossed his balled up labcoat into the corner of the backroom and peered in, seeing if anyone was around -- it was too damn crowded now -- before heading out towards the clinic and then for the kitchen, peering around for something to eat. He had a sleep hangover, not having slept much the past two nights. He stifled his yawn as he grabbed a piece of bread, picking at it like a bird as he wandered out into the hall.

Hopefully, things would calm down.

Hopefully, his mother would just stay sober.