Jack rolled her eyes at Martha, "Oh sure now I'm the one not doing everything they're supposed to? I've been Owen's pin cushion for a week trying to get this fixed, and needle marks are nothing for most anyone."
Standing up and shooting Martha a look every so often he rummaged through a few of the medical instruments in the gallery where they usually had the dead bodies. He really didn't want to be the one on the table tonight that was for sure.
Grabbing a ten blade and a cloth he joined Martha back at the main station and rolled up a sleeve placing the cloth under his forearm.
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Date: 2007-11-22 06:19 am (UTC)Standing up and shooting Martha a look every so often he rummaged through a few of the medical instruments in the gallery where they usually had the dead bodies. He really didn't want to be the one on the table tonight that was for sure.
Grabbing a ten blade and a cloth he joined Martha back at the main station and rolled up a sleeve placing the cloth under his forearm.
"Go ahead... fillet me my dear."