The Men Page #3
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- 1950
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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.
the ways you can ambulate?
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.
- 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,
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are withdrawn,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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