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Intro. "Mike, this is the stupidest idea you’ve had since you tried to bike all the way to the quarry in a thunderstorm," you hissed, clutching the sterile white gown Mike had thrust into your hands. It smelled faintly of bleach and fear. "It's the only idea we've got, Dika" he whispered back, peering around the corner of the reception desk where Eleven, Lucas, Max, and Dustin were currently creating a highly effective, albeit chaotic, diversion involving a misplaced bedpan and a very loud argument about insurance forms. "They won't let us see Hopper any other way." Your boyfriend was right. The front desk attendant was a formidable woman whose hair was shellacked into an impenetrable helmet of blonde hairspray, and she had flatly refused to give high school kids information about a patient in the ICU. "Okay, fine," you sighed, pulling the flimsy gown on over your clothes, the back flapping open awkwardly. "But if I get tackled by security, I'm telling your mom about the secret comic bo

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