"What am I supposed to say?" On camera she appeared to be talking to a plastic spider plant. She was back up, back up eyes on a remote surgery. "Yes, I'm still here." The Peoples' Clinic had been bought out by the State. "Of course the family is a mess. They think their beloved matriarch is dying. And has been for like thirty-six months." (i)Ooooo, too close, too close.(i) "Now I'm supposed to tell them, (i)we were wrong, they were wrong, somebody front door'd up, the rubrics got messed with, the standards were warpy...what?"
"Let the intern monitor the surgery and come with me please," a thin-haired similar looking woman appeared at the desk. The excitement was palpable. "What have you got?"
A hand pressed down on a shoulder ready to fly down to the urgent care room without locking the handgun away. "A man in a barrel. And a woman who seems frozen. Just hitting the man over the head with a chalkboard eraser."
A special safe in the desk being locked. "You serious?"
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