[for the doctor]
Mar. 11th, 2007 10:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
more_flexibleJack left the clinic and went to the basement showers. He had no idea how long he stood there, washing away the blood and the dirt and the sweat and the worry. Gwen would be okay. She had to be.
The one very nice thing about the showers here was they never went cold...or they hadn't any time Jack had ever been in them.
A quick scrub and he left his bloody jeans behind in the waste bin, opting for the towel and M-16 ensemble as he walked in to pick something new and sensible from the clothes box. Something told him it was going to be a long day.
The one very nice thing about the showers here was they never went cold...or they hadn't any time Jack had ever been in them.
A quick scrub and he left his bloody jeans behind in the waste bin, opting for the towel and M-16 ensemble as he walked in to pick something new and sensible from the clothes box. Something told him it was going to be a long day.
