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His eyes adjusted slowly, but Murphy found he was able to see well enough. Again he found himself with no set goal, no direction. He didn't know where the medical wing was, and he was no doctor. No, he was a guy who knew how to swing a chair and beat something off with his his fists. He needed to find someone who needed that.

And wanted it. Because he'd tried before and it hadn't ever gone well.

But tonight....

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