Preservation Page #2

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you cut the carotid.

All right, so I guess blood

doesn't exactly bother you.

My first year of residency,

I did an ER rotation.

They gurneyed in a four-year-old boy with

bullet wounds from a drive-by-shooting.

A bullet had ruptured his orbital plate

causing subarachnoid hemorrhaging.

He bled to death in my arms.

So...

no.

Blood doesn't bother me.

I saw a 13-year-old get burned alive

outside a madrasa.

Couple of PFCs got drunk,

got a can of gasoline,

took a Bic lighter to her burqa.

They called it "Hot Potato."

Court martial called it a "thrill kill."

A bear will kill because it's defensive.

A lion will kill because it's hungry.

Man's the only animal

that kills because it's fun.

Don't get too close.

You might cut yourself.

I didn't mean to interrupt the tutorial.

Please proceed.

I smell like viscera. I'm going

for a swim if anyone cares to join.

- No peeking, pervert.

- Scout's honor.

Beware the creature

from the algae-filled cesspool!

You're like a... pilot fish

that latches onto dorsals.

It's a symbiotic relationship.

This is totally the type of lake from which

a two-headed creature might emerge.

Polycephalic creatures don't scare me.

Brain-eating amoebas, on the other hand?

This lake is filled with parasites.

Builds your constitution.

Sean and I used to pee in the pool

every day growing up.

- It was like swimming in lemonade.

- Wait, are you peeing right now?

We should put in a pool.

- Pools are a lot of work.

- Yeah. But it could be a lot of fun.

Oh, we could have pool parties.

You know, if we ever have kids.

Kids scare me. They're so short.

Why can't we ever have

this conversation?

I'm sorry, Wit. I have a lot on my mind.

My job, my brother.

You know, he's been sleeping in his car

ever since he's been back.

He got a job at a construction site.

He got fired for showing up drunk.

When we had that drink at the bar,

he told me that he isn't just on leave.

He told me he was discharged,

but he won't tell me why.

This was supposed to be our weekend.

You and me making... S'mores.

Making logistically-challenging love

in a sleeping bag.

- He's my brother.

- I'm your wife.

This is literally the longest conversation

we've had in three weeks.

We need to talk, Mike.

I need to talk to you.

Talk to me about what?

Sorry.

Walter, look, indices

are down, the S&P... Yeah.

A Boy Scout is trustworthy, loyal,

helpful, friendly, courteous, kind,

obedient, cheerful, thrifty,

brave, and relevant.

Reverent.

I'm pretty sure it's relevant.

How could a Boy Scout be relevant?

Sean here made it

all the way to Eagle Scout.

- Dad always liked you more.

- Shut up.

- I bet you were cute as Boy Scouts.

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