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He'd been worried all day because Jim had a bust at the same time as Blair had class.
He'd almost had a panic attack when he'd gotten the call from the hospital.
The fact that Jim had been the one calling had helped, but he'd still rushed over as soon as he could.
Now he wasn't worried, only astonished.
Jim was sitting cross-legged on the floor, bandaged hand in his lap, making faces at a little girl.
The girl was laughing happily, even though tear tracks were evident on her face.
Jim always saved the day.
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