This Is Going to Hurt

Once I peel myself off the ceiling and calm down, I confirm the sad news to her and document my findings. It was certainly an agonizing five minutes, but if the whole medicine thing goes tits-up, I’m only a tin of silver paint and an old crate away from a gig in Times Square as a living statue.

e roam the wards performing routine acts of heroism;

The death cap mushroom has a fifty percent fatality rate. Natural does not equal safe. There’s a plant in my garden that if you simply sat under it for ten minutes, you’d be dead.” Job done; she tosses the tablets.