Thanks for the word, Lenora.
*
Monica looked bilious--doubled-over and grasping her gut as though an elephant had taken up residence inside her and was bent on escaping. I put my arm around her shoulder to comfort her, but she shoved it away.
"Don't."
"Just trying to help."
"Page the doctor again. I've got to have this gallbladder out. Today."
I tried Dr. Miller again, but his answering service picked up. I left another message, stressing Moncia's discomfort.
Heath care sucked in the Kuiper Belt. Most people died in space, from suit malfunctions or grinder wounds. Minor stuff like gallbladder attacks broken bones were ignored more often than not.
Tell that to my wife, though. She was in constant pain. I couldn't stand to watch her suffer.
"Get your suit," I said.
"I can't."
"You will. We're going to park ourselves outside the clinic until someone cuts the damn thing out."
I helped her into her suit, and secured a vomit bag just inside her helmet. I suited up, grabbed two accelerators, and headed for the airlock.
Driscan was on duty. He eyed Monica, in her bent-in-two position. Even I could see how green she looked through the visor.
Driscan said, "She's not up to a--"
"Save it. We're headed for the clinic. And the only way you're going to stop us is if you can help my wife's condition yourself. Last I checked, you weren't qualiscreened for medical, Driscan.
He nodded and ushered us through the lock. The sooner we were out of his jurisdiction, the better for all of us.
"Don't."
"Just trying to help."
"Page the doctor again. I've got to have this gallbladder out. Today."
I tried Dr. Miller again, but his answering service picked up. I left another message, stressing Moncia's discomfort.
Heath care sucked in the Kuiper Belt. Most people died in space, from suit malfunctions or grinder wounds. Minor stuff like gallbladder attacks broken bones were ignored more often than not.
Tell that to my wife, though. She was in constant pain. I couldn't stand to watch her suffer.
"Get your suit," I said.
"I can't."
"You will. We're going to park ourselves outside the clinic until someone cuts the damn thing out."
I helped her into her suit, and secured a vomit bag just inside her helmet. I suited up, grabbed two accelerators, and headed for the airlock.
Driscan was on duty. He eyed Monica, in her bent-in-two position. Even I could see how green she looked through the visor.
Driscan said, "She's not up to a--"
"Save it. We're headed for the clinic. And the only way you're going to stop us is if you can help my wife's condition yourself. Last I checked, you weren't qualiscreened for medical, Driscan.
He nodded and ushered us through the lock. The sooner we were out of his jurisdiction, the better for all of us.
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