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[as_damaged]

[Voice Post]

So. A while ago, I did a biopsy on one of my coworkers that left him brain-damaged and turned out to be totally unnecessary.

Wait, I didn't mean to say that-- I was going to talk about the time I took a patient's crys--

[Muffled mumbling as she covers her mouth and manages to turn the device off. For now. Not that that's going to last.]

[ooc: SOB. My Dirty Little Secret. She's got plenty of stuff she's not proud of, and today that's all she's got to talk about. >D]

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[as_damaged]

I can't seem to stay away from it for long. You know, when you were older the other day, you looked exactly like a man I used to s--

[Cuts off as her device is flung against the wall. For the moment.]

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[oshutup.livejournal.com]

[awkward pause]

...sorry, are you alright?

Looked like....?

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[as_damaged]

[After a moment, as she tries to keep herself from doing it, you can hear her pick the communicator up, sighing slightly.]

Yeah, I'm sorry, I'm fine. I just didn't want to tell you that you looked just like someone I used to-- to have sort of a relationship with--! I'm so sorry, I can't help myself...

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[oshutup.livejournal.com]

[ PAUSE ]

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[oshutup.livejournal.com]

Don't worry about it...

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[oshutup.livejournal.com]

But for the sake of your remaining privacy, I'll talk to you later perhaps, doctor.

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[as_damaged]

Thanks, Peter... I think I should go tape my mouth shut.

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[oshutup.livejournal.com]

Don't do that.

Anyway, until a later time then.