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From
Bone Dry...
It was
the second time she’d
been yelled at this
morning and it still
wasn’t noon. If she
didn’t get to the
packets soon, she’d
... she’d what?
A few
minutes later, the ER
called for ten units of
plasma. Some kid had
been shot and was
bleeding like a stuck
pig. Suddenly the room
was a frenzy of working
technicians, Ghent in
the middle of
everything.
She
grabbed a lab cart, put
the lunchbox on the
lower shelf, and walked
quickly to the rear of
the lab. Her stomach
cramped as she moved
into the freezer
repository area, then
dry heaves wracked her.
What if
someone was watching
her? She refused to look
back into the lab.
Author
Bios
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