Tucker Cummings

Chapter 319: Broca and Wernicke

In Uncategorized on November 15, 2011 at 9:54 am

Doc wipes the sweat from her brow with the back of her gloved hand, and declares, “I think she’ll pull through, but I want to keep her under observation.”

“Are the two of you talking about me?” I interject from the bed. “Because if you are I’d appreciate if you’d speak with me, instead of about me.”

“Wow,” says Ripley.

“I know,” says Doc. “I hadn’t expected her have such robust speech capabilities this soon after waking. There was too much damage to the inferior frontal gyrus.”

“Hey!” I cry out. “What the hell is going on with you two?”


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