Dr. Rob Chase (
dr_robchase) wrote2006-05-26 06:58 pm
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[for Johnny]
Chase was in the clinic, taking a new inventory. Now that Foreman was there and another doctor named Beckett, apparently, it was probably for the best they have an updated count. There was a woman named Claire Fraser that he really should meet, considering so many files had her name on them, but he was in and out.
Currently, he was chewing on the end of a pen, cupboards open and mentally counting how many samples jars were in there along with bandages.
Currently, he was chewing on the end of a pen, cupboards open and mentally counting how many samples jars were in there along with bandages.
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He started poking through the laundry box, looking for trashy mesh-y things to make a net. "All I did was join NASA at age 23."
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"When's the next surf club meeting?" he wondered.
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That was probably most of the island.
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He shrugged. "Maybe I'll put it off."
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"Hey, I meant to show. I just got distracted." He took the pieces of clothing they'd gathered and then nudged Chase with his foot. "Ok?"
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