Tucker Cummings

Chapter 307: Breakfast of Champions

In Uncategorized on November 3, 2011 at 9:35 pm

After vomiting copiously into a wastepaper bin by the desk, M2 finally tries some dry toast with marmalade from the tray. She takes it prone, lying on the bed, while Doc places a cool washcloth against her forehead.

“I hope your pleased with yourself,” says Doc.

“Stuh pacting like my mother, Doc. Can’t handle your misplaced maternal ‘ffections righ’ now.”

“Maybe you should have just told her how you feel. Then she would have understood why you were acting like that.”

“Doc,” sighs M2, “I’m hurtin’ enough azit is. Lemme go back to sleep.”

“Get up. We’ve got work to do.”

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