Descending Road - TO SEE THE DOCTOR by Dana W. Paxson

TO SEE THE DOCTOR

0 NC, Day 1, Hour 1710

The doctor was right. Another doctor, a woman, got the tube out a few minutes later, and Doug sat up. “Where’s the doc who worked on me earlier?” he asked.

“You mean Doctor Parker? She had to take a break. She’s on her way aft.”

“Uh, I wanted to thank her before I go back to work in the pods.”

The doctor waved a hand at a doorway. “You might catch up to her, but don’t push it. You came up fast, but a vacuum hit is no joke.”

Doug remembered the Hive, and the mottled bodies of the prison dead. “Yeah, I know.” He kicked through the doorway, his muscles still weighted by fatigue. He wanted to see the doctor’s brown eyes again.

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	TO SEE THE DOCTOR 0 NC, Day 1, Hour 1710 The doctor was right. Another doctor, a woman, got the tube out a few minutes later, and Doug sat up. “Where’s the doc who worked on me earlier?” he asked. “You mean Doctor Parker? She had to take a break. She’s on her way aft.” “Uh, I wanted to thank her before I go back to work in the pods.” The doctor waved a hand at a doorway. “You might catch up to her, but don’t push it. You came up fast, but a vacuum hit is no joke.” Doug remembered the Hive, and the mottled bodies of the prison dead. “Yeah, I know.” He kicked through the doorway, his muscles still weighted by fatigue. He wanted to see the doctor’s brown eyes again.