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prodefibrillist] Early Mornings
Feb. 14th, 2011 06:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
numbered_doctorIt's the dead of night when the sound of Thirteen's phone going off echoes through the apartment, the sharp and incessant noise sounding for nearly a minute before getting cut off abruptly.
"H-lo?...House?....House, it's nearly 4AM, why are you even-...
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...
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Did you just say it was regenerating?...fine, fine, I'll be there."
With that, there comes noises as one would expect from someone half-awake and stumbling around to get ready for work, along with a string of choice words about her boss, and his genealogy.
"H-lo?...House?....House, it's nearly 4AM, why are you even-...
....
...
..
Did you just say it was regenerating?...fine, fine, I'll be there."
With that, there comes noises as one would expect from someone half-awake and stumbling around to get ready for work, along with a string of choice words about her boss, and his genealogy.
