@StrictMordacity + data.
“Fuck.” she says when she realizes the tumor marker is through the roof. “Prepare for the worst.”
Intestinal cancer, hence the rupture. Let’s pray to whoever is out there that her guts are wrong.
@StrictMordacity + seem like a superman.
“Okay, let’s head inside. You assist me. Don’t do anything cute in there, Dandridge, I don’t appreciate it.”
She takes a last glance at the medical file that is held under her nose with the latest measured +
Intro for @CrimesReloaded
Starter for @StrictMordacity
In fact, Meredith is standing right beside Dr. Dandridge when he starts sweet-talking the receptionist. Pretending to be preoccupied with the patient files on her tablet, she shoots him some +
+ then accesses the notifications on the tablet to read the data.
“Dandridge, General Surgery, right? How do you feel about an intestinal rupture? You’re the only surgeon available now, so consider it your baptism by fire. Follow me.”
She’s already walking +