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FTEC, Friday (18/3)
Friday, March 18th, 2011 07:44 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
justhisblogger.livejournal.comYesterday, John had been green.
Green. He'd immediately started paging through all of his medical almanacs and finally flung one at... a chair, because this was really ridiculous. And just when he thought he was through with it, he had to go and have a clinic shift.
So this was John, on the phone, fielding phone calls from people who were worried their five-minutes-to-one-hour fit of pigment might be pointing to some greater ailment they just didn't know about yet. And was it possible that their livers would remain green for up to three weeks, despite the fact their skin had gone back to normal...?
"No," John said, fighting the urge to hammer his head against the desk. "No! I said, no!"
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Green. He'd immediately started paging through all of his medical almanacs and finally flung one at... a chair, because this was really ridiculous. And just when he thought he was through with it, he had to go and have a clinic shift.
So this was John, on the phone, fielding phone calls from people who were worried their five-minutes-to-one-hour fit of pigment might be pointing to some greater ailment they just didn't know about yet. And was it possible that their livers would remain green for up to three weeks, despite the fact their skin had gone back to normal...?
"No," John said, fighting the urge to hammer his head against the desk. "No! I said, no!"
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