I stood by Grue’s bed with my arms folded and watched. Dr. Q checked the work the medics had done in suturing up Brian’s chest and muttered to himself that it was competent.
Well, that’s good to hear.
When he’d verified they hadn’t screwed up, he took the time to clean Brian’s chest and remove the remaining threads from the first job.
“The bug girl,” he finally commented.
Heh – memories. Perhaps not so fond memories for Dr. Cleese.
“Yeah. I’m really sorry about bringing the bugs to your place, last time. I see they’re gone now.”
“They are,” was his response.
Hehe.
I nodded. I checked my phone again. Still no response from Tattletale.
Minutes passed.
Hrm.
“Okay,” he pulled off his latex gloves, “Nothing more we can do for this lug. You unhurt?”
I shrugged, “More or less. Got jabbed in the stomach, I have my aches and pains, hurt my ear earlier, but I already got it taken care of.”
Doesn’t hurt to have it looked over while you’re here, if he’s offering.
“I’ll verify that for myself.”
Yeah, this guy doesn’t automatically trust others to be competent.
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