The Men Page #3

Well, I want him in my office

this afternoon.

Yes, sir.

Peek-a-boo, Mr. Baker!

Well, I'm beginning to think

a survey of the discipline...

in this ward might be of value.

Don't tell me Newman had

a pressing engagement elsewhere too?

He's at school, Doctor.

You wanted him to get

his diploma, remember?

He can't be in two places at once.

All right, Miss Robbins.

Don't look so superior.

You're not so smart, either.

Hey, look!

Anderson's got his crutches!

You see that?

You wait long enough,

everything happens.

You're gonna have to

work hard, George,

but you got a low-level injury

and you can do it.

Has Bricker shown you

the ways you can ambulate?

Yeah. Looks pretty hard.

What do you mean?

The swing-through gait

should be pretty easy for you.

Watch.

It's slow,

but it gets you there.

You see that?

Why, you can get onto

it in no time at all.

- It still looks hard.

- What? With your build?

It's a cinch.

That's good news to me.

Arise, Mr. Gunderson.

"Hark, hark, the lark

at heaven's gate sings,

and Phoebus 'gins to-"

Sherman, Weaver, Robbins,

you know anything about this?

No, Doctor. I had no idea.

Did go down to the movies

the other night against orders.

I didn't know about it

till afterward.

Mr. Gunderson, look at me.

- Listen, Doc, I couldn't help-

- You listen to me!

You know what you've done?

Does it matter to you that this was

a perfectly good bedsore closure?

Now it's completely broken down.

It's a mess.

- It's not my fault.

- Oh, I'm sure it's not!

It's Dr. Weaver's fault

or Miss Robbins's!

They should've tied you down to

your bed so you couldn't disobey orders!

What gives you the right to ruin

good surgery by sheer carelessness?

This patient

is grounded for a month.

All wheelchair privileges

are withdrawn,

and all therapeutic measures

will be clone in bed.

- I'm sorry, Doc.

- I have nothing more to say to you!

- How are you today, Walter?

- All right.

- How's the hand?

- I don't know. Better, I guess.

All right, let's see.

Now, let's see you try

to bend the fingers.

Good. Good!

Sherman, Weaver,

come here. Look at this.

Good, Walter.

That's very, very good.

Now let's bear down on

those resistive exercises.

Let's keep 'em going.

That a boy.

That's right, Max.

Twenty across the board.

And you're in big trouble.

Business as usual,

I see, Mr. Doolin.

I don't believe

I've had the pleasure.

What was your name, sir?

When are you gonna stop taking

advantage of the government?

What do you want me to do? Walk?

I had enough of that in the infantry.

- How is he?

- As usual.

He won't go to the gym

unless we drag him.

All right, drag him down there.

Here's my man.

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