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FTEC, Sunday Morning, February 11
Doogie was starting to think that this was going to be another slow morning. And then the nurses came in, and he suddenly found himself relieved of that concern.
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If so, there might have been some warning before Jack limped into the clinic, right arm around and leaning heavily on Sam, Parker walking on his left. River had pulled the (thankfully) slender and smooth bolt out of his left shoulder cleanly, and the spot was roughly taped.
Jack was swearing under his breath at every step, because now that Emma wasn't around, it hurt.
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He didn't swear, but he did grit his teeth and suck in a deep breath.
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"Yeah, a long thin pointy harpoon, on a rope if that makes a difference." He shuddered, lifting his head to look at Doogie. "And antibiotics, yes, definitely. It wasn't the cleanest thing I've ever seen."
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"Jack, I'm turning you into a stone the next time you insist on leaving," he said in one quick breath.
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Even without the effort, he still looked pretty pathetic, and he sighed a bit. "Or maybe the next day? I promise to hold still."
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