I could see Dr. Q grow more irritated with every person that filed into the office.
Oh my cod ahaha
Hiya, dr. Cleese. Got a bunch of people for you to patch up over here.
Ten people in total. There were the eight that we’d all packed into the car and fake ambulance Coil had sent. Lisa, me, Bryce, Charlotte, Minor, Senegal, Jaw and Brooks. Two more, our drivers, had stepped in to verify everything was okay before leaving to stand guard outside the front of the building.
Ah, yeah, that’s a lot of people.
Considering the size I’ve been imagining Dr. Cleese’s office as all this time, my mental image has it quite crowded right now. No one can swing their arms without hitting someone else.
Of course, I don’t think the size has actually been specified, so that’s just how it looks in my head.
The good doctor took one look at our group, ordered us to put Bryce on the first bed, then sighed and said he’d patch the rest of us up when he was done with the boy.
Of course. The doctor can’t just let them walk out in the state they came in.
First bed? Sounds like the room is large enough for at least two beds, then.
Lisa suggested me for the next in line, which means I was made to sit down on the bed in the far corner. It wound up working out on several levels, because it gave Lisa a chance to talk privately with Minor, and it gave me a chance to have words with Charlotte.
Ooh, nice.
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