Angel Of Death Page #2

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She'll be back to work anytime.

Make sure she doesn't f*** up again,

Prescott, or I'll drop you both.

Get out.

Oh, my God.

F*** you.

Get back.

Look straight at me.

Good. Again.

Good. What about headaches?

- How bad, I mean?

- Bad.

If you've got anything stronger than

aspirin, I would probably blow you.

Doc.

I'll give you something anyway.

So am I brain- damaged or what?

Well, you tell me.

What does that mean?

Have you had any seizures?

Blackouts?

Doc, I've been in bed for 3 days.

I mean, give me some time.

Her neuro tests were good.

I'd still like her to take it easy

over the next few weeks.

Monitor her recovery.

- She's not gonna like that.

- I'm stunned.

Come on, don't be an ass. What did

he say? When can I get back to work?

He said you're a miracle

that science itself cannot measure.

Yeah.

- Said you'll probably outlive us all.

- I could outlive you right now.

Answer the question.

He said you're recovering well,

but you need to keep taking it slow.

- So put me on light duty.

- Not gonna happen.

I can't sit around here anymore.

I'm going stir- crazy.

I'm not putting you back in the field.

If I could, I would make you stay

in bed for 2 weeks.

Jesus.

Are you taking care of me now?

I can't risk you getting hurt.

Oh, that's sweet.

I'm gonna stay at home and bake

cookies. Should we get married?

- We can have children.

- Cut it out.

- I thought we knew each other.

- We do.

Then get me back to work.

Sh*t, just light duties.

F***ing Franklin

can do the heavy stuff.

Goddamn it, Eve.

I already said.

I disabled the camera

before I grabbed him.

- Look, I'm not an idiot.

- I'm not saying you are.

- I'm just double- checking your work.

- I did it.

Remember, I am in charge here.

Mr. Prescott gave me specific orders

about you today.

Hey, I'm just here to help.

- That's right.

- I wouldn't wanna upset Mr. Prescott.

- So long as you're really up for this.

- Goddamn.

You're not even suppose to be here.

This is my job.

- Oh, f***.

- Hey. What's wrong?

F***ing nothing.

Wait. What the f***, Eve?

- There's nothing wrong.

- No, no.

- I'm fine.

- No, you don't seem fine.

Prescott told me to call

if there was any problems with you.

It's my ass on the line, not yours.

Hey, hey, hey. Wait.

Please stop.

F***. F***.

- All right. Hey, Eve.

- Goddamn it.

Give me that. Hey, give it, give it.

- Give it back, Eve.

- Get away from me.

Oh, Eve. Goddamn it.

I'm not gonna say anything.

Yeah, I wouldn't either.

You know what I mean. To them.

Look, Franklin.

It's just the f***ing meds, all right?

Don't worry about it.

Whatever you say.

It's just the f***ing meds.

What did you do to me?

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