Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 12, 2007 23:38:47 GMT -5
"I was hoping to have more than one medic on hand, in case things went bad..." Ivan said. "But I can't force you to go back there. I guess I'll have to brave it myself."
Ivan's beeper went off, and he pulled it out of his right hand pocket, reading the words as they scrolled across the tiny screen.
"Shit...another fatality. I'm being called back into the OR. I hope you change your mind. You never know, I might just know a thing or two about Kiwis."
Ivan snapped his fingers, shaping his hand like a gun and pointing at Lachryma, an old gesture his brother had always used as a child. With that, he pocketed his beeper and rushed back to the OR.
Ivan's beeper went off, and he pulled it out of his right hand pocket, reading the words as they scrolled across the tiny screen.
"Shit...another fatality. I'm being called back into the OR. I hope you change your mind. You never know, I might just know a thing or two about Kiwis."
Ivan snapped his fingers, shaping his hand like a gun and pointing at Lachryma, an old gesture his brother had always used as a child. With that, he pocketed his beeper and rushed back to the OR.