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"You're Thomm," says the woman when I enter. I am unsure what description she has been given or if we have met. It is likely the latter, having attended a few of Amber's work excursions. "She's in one of the examining rooms."

I affirm that I am Thomm but do not correct the pronoun. I do not know how out Amber is at work about being nonbinary.

The woman says, "If you ask at the desk, they'll give you a pass."

"How" -- I sigh, finding no better way to phrase the question -- "what did it do to them?"

"There was a lot of blood," she says. "Once we cleaned it up a little... I don't think it is too bad."
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