The paramedic ripped open Max's shirt and started feeling the chest; he had the needle in his hand like a stabbing instrument.
"He's going," said the other paramedic. "Time to hit him!"
The paramedic with the syringe was about to bring down the needle, but his hands were stopped in the air.
"Let him be," the fellow told them.
"But, but he's going to know!" one of the paramedics said.
"Yes," the fellow said. "That's been the plan all along."
"What do you mean?" the paramedic asked.
"We had to bring her here somehow," Morganfokker said.
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