FTEC - Thursday
Thursday, July 31st, 2008 08:31 pmThe doors to the clinic were partially blocked by unconscious seagulls and random piles of feathers. They'd hit the glass when Igor had dashed inside.
He was back in one of the exam rooms, reattaching his finger; he'd had to wrestle it away from a seagull.
He was back in one of the exam rooms, reattaching his finger; he'd had to wrestle it away from a seagull.