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Ah yes; unlike him, most doctors did not take their work home with them and run around dismembering people. So it would seem he didn't have much to offer her after all, unless she'd like a slightly abused human heart fresh out of a cadaver. "Ah. My apologies then, I am afraid your doctor is in another hospital. I don't suppose you need an extra human heart for anything? Diego over there won't be needing it anymore. I don't suppose you remember what this doctor looks like? Perhaps I can hunt him down for you."

{/Is soo going to hell for the super Mario reference/}

Sciurus willed himself to keep a calm composure, especially when his own eyebrows wanted to twitch. A thought bubbled from part that was still annoyed. Hm... Perhaps she interrupted him in surgery too? "I see..." He would have to give this some thought, try to remember anyone from the few hospitals he had worked in. Perhaps he could give any old colleagues a call. "Anything else? Anything you request of me specifically?"

(Oh dear... xD I can just see how they all start backing away into a safe distance. rofl

We have a bus driver who brings with him these fake flowers that he puts onto the machine that reads the bus cards. No one knows why, but it's always nice to step onto the bus and see them. I would never dare talk to him though, because even with pink flowers, he seems hella scary, somehow. o___o" )

The zombie's eyes began sparkling in the backseat. So he did know! And they were going there, too! This just couldn't get any better, Orrin thought, as he hugged the seat in front of him again. He would have been almost as happy to meet any bunny, in all honesty, but one that could talk and was friends with a deer seemed slightly better than the rest, somehow."Y-you... Rrr... The b-be... Be-best... Mmm...", he mumbled into the seat, nearly falling asleep. After all, it had been a rather long day, and it was so warm and nice under that blanket.

He flinched at her touch, actively reminding himself not to move and keep his sharp objects to himself. Sciurus frowned at her sentiment. Though he knew from her it was sincere, Christmas had never been merry time for him without his family. Even having Voyager around demanding he put up a tree couldn't save his thoughts from souring. But the surgeon doubted Minty knew any of this, and if anything at least tried to respect the holidays' social protocols. "Yes... The one day of the year truly to myself where I don't have to clean anyone's messes. I'll try not to kill anyone at least. May your holiday be warm and safe so that our next meeting is on peaceful circumstances."

{ rofl Couldn't have gotten the timing better if I tried}

Sciurus thought about how he spent last Christmas, losing himself on the corner of Memory Lane and Nightmare Drive and brooding over things he couldn't help. His only distraction had been rounding up frostbite victims and sawing limbs off, and there hadn't been any of the usual joy involved. Perhaps having a medic at a festive holiday gathering wouldn't be a bad idea. "Perhaps... I shall endeavor to find eggnog for you before I arrive."

{I'm sorry, I just don't know how things like this usually go. And ignoring anyone is the last thing I wish to do... I suppose we can cheat and say it happened between her running off and getting the coffee or something? /shrugs/ Mamma mia

S: Why make her Jamaican? I'm not protesting exactly, but you don't even know anyone of Jamaican decent... And what the hell kind of name is Nancy?
Well... I dunno... There seems to be a lot of people from that area in the medical field, they're very compassionate. You wanna come up with something better doc?}

The Jamaican woman with long braids who sat behind the counter stared at the basket. Her nametag read "Nancy". "Hoo boy mama, You gonna make a doctor very happy! Don't even think the man's seen that much coffee before." She went around the desk to make sure the basket was secure and get a good look. "He's still here. Had a surgery scheduled, might be doing rounds." The woman took a worried look for a moment. "Sometimes he hardly ever leaves. Works pretty hard, that man, and I think he might have a bed or somethin' in his office."