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simon_doctor ([personal profile] simon_doctor) wrote2006-10-04 10:38 pm

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Chittenden's behind them, Shadow ahead.

The mobile-clinic circuit on Chittenden used up some supplies; Simon's in the infirmary, late in the night shift, running down his checklists.
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[personal profile] locks_it_up 2006-10-24 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Well. You're welcome."

There's a ghost of a smile there somewhere.
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[personal profile] locks_it_up 2006-10-24 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
She bites her lip.

"Yeah."

The man does not have long.

"I'd make him comfy, if I were you."
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[personal profile] locks_it_up 2006-10-24 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Sounds about like Ennis."
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[personal profile] locks_it_up 2006-10-24 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I know everyone."

And that is a smile, right there. A real one. Wide as the 'verse.
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[personal profile] locks_it_up 2006-10-24 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
"I will."

That's what she does, what she is.
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[personal profile] locks_it_up 2006-10-24 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
"There's a first time for everything. Hell, it might not count. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

It is what it is.
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[personal profile] locks_it_up 2006-10-24 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
She's not one for mocking.

"Everyone dies, Simon. It's just a matter of when."
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[personal profile] locks_it_up 2006-10-24 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Generally? Not really."

Everyone gets the same thing. One lifetime.
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[personal profile] locks_it_up 2006-10-24 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Good."

This is as it should be.

She loves him, as she loves them all.