Erin?

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Hank: he.....oh my god Erin you look horrible
Erin: i know hank it's just my head I'm fine
Hank walked over to her and felt her forhead
Hank: your burning up Erin
Lindsay: my head and my stomach hurts so bad she says clutching her stomach
Hank: your staying with me tonight you poor girl he kissed the top of her head
Atwater: feel better soon Lindsay
Lindsay: can I sleep in your office hank
Voight: of course
Erin: you have a trash can in there
Hank yes I do
Erin : thanks

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