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"For crying out fucking loud," Donna mutters, pulling the double-stroller off to one side to fix the brakes for the fifth time so far. She's amazed that Gillian and Robert haven't woken up, but apparently they can sleep through just about anything when they really want to.
They're at the hospital, because Jonathan has decided that Sam needs an MRI.
They're at the hospital, because Jonathan has decided that Sam needs an MRI.