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“Right,” said the chap. “Well, if there’s nothing else.” He turned to leave.
“Wait!”
He turned back round. “Yes?”
“No harmful effects?”
“Yes,” the medic said, with an air of exaggerated patience. “That’s right.”
I stared at him for a long moment. “From what?”
He arched an eyebrow. “Well, the immobiliser they brought you in with, and the artifical coma. The scans will have been harmless too, most likely.”
“You’ve had me in an artifical coma?”
“Of course. Couldn’t take any risks until we were certain.”
I sighed. “How long for?”
“Oh, just a few hours. Nothing to worry about.”
“How reassuring,” I muttered.
He beamed at me. “Glad you think so. Good day.”
I watched him saunter off, and then tidied myself up as best I could. There was an unfamiliar weight in my shirt pocket, and I fished out an ID card. It bore a rather unhappy picture of me, my name, and a data block. The absence of any logo or other identifiers spoke volumes. I clipped it to the front of my shirt, and shrugged to myself.
I came out into what looked like a smallish ER ward. There were several other private rooms behind me, and half a dozen beds in the ward itself. They were all occupied, but everything seemed reasonably peaceful, and the attendents at the nursing station were chatting quietly. I walked over to them, feeling slightly woozy, and scraped up a smile from somewhere.
"Hi there," I said. "Can you point me towards...
- ... the cafeteria, or mess I guess?" (52%)
- ... Colonel Travis?" (30%)
- ... the way out?" (18%)
Voting Closes at: January 18, 2010 @ 12:00 pm
Loading ...Today’s photo is Nursing Station by OwatonnaHospital
I apologise for not getting this done yesterday. To tell you the truth, I just totally forgot what day it was; by the time I remembered I had an episode of the Game to do, it was already past midnight. Sorry! I’ll try to make sure it doesn’t happen again.