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From: | Macie Zwilling |
Subject: | Re: indifferently uncreated |
Date: | Mon, 19 Dec 2005 15:10:13 -0500 |
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So he had lied to his wife, the former head nurse at Mass. General.
He told her that a patients life was in the balance-it was, but it had
already tipped the wrong way. She had replied that perhaps her next
husband would be more considerate of her life, but her sad smile and her
understanding eyes denied her words. She knew death. Hurry, my darling!
Jax turned off the engine, grabbed his medical bag and got out of the
car. He walked around the hood as the front door opened and a tall man
in what appeared to be dark skintight clothing stood silhouetted in the
frame. Im your doctor, said Ivan, walking up the steps. Our mutual
friend didnt give me your name, but I guess Im not supposed to have it.
I guess not, agreed Bourne, extending a hand in a surgical glove as
Jax approached. |
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