Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 13, 2007 1:05:05 GMT -5
Priz awakes on a bed in a crowded corridor of the hospital. Puzzled, he reaches out and grabs the nearst doctor.
"I'm I dead?" he asks the man, with both humor and fear, "Cause if I am, why aren't the angels prettier, and where's my martini?"
The doctor does not look impressed. "Your fine," he grunts, "Now get the hell out of here. A police station down the road had a break-in, and we need the bed."
Priz nods, gets unsteadily to his feet, and vacates the bed, which is wheeled away almost instantly. What a headache.
He decides to volunteer his limited medical knowlege to help some of the wounded, but his stomach reminds him of his previous destination, and he wanders off to the cafeteria first.
"I'm I dead?" he asks the man, with both humor and fear, "Cause if I am, why aren't the angels prettier, and where's my martini?"
The doctor does not look impressed. "Your fine," he grunts, "Now get the hell out of here. A police station down the road had a break-in, and we need the bed."
Priz nods, gets unsteadily to his feet, and vacates the bed, which is wheeled away almost instantly. What a headache.
He decides to volunteer his limited medical knowlege to help some of the wounded, but his stomach reminds him of his previous destination, and he wanders off to the cafeteria first.
