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five.тАЩ
тАЪIt says that you are on duty until I relieve you, but that overtime rate starts at
five.тАЩ
тАЪThere were no patients here and I was changing into my festival costume.
Wait till you ser it, Boss! ItтАЩd make a priest blush.тАЩ
тАЪI doubt it. We do have a patient and I need your help.тАЩ
тАЪOkay, okay! IтАЩll get back into my Florence Nightingale duds.тАЩ
тАЪDonтАЩt bother; it would just waste time. Mrs Long! Come in, please, and take
off your clothes.тАЩ
тАЪYes, sir.тАЩ I came in at once, while peeling off that scrounged caftan. I could
see what he was doing: a prudent male doctor has a chaperone when
examining a female patient; thatтАЩs a universal. A multi-universal. If the
circumstances happen to supply a chaperone in her skin, so much the better;
there need be no time wasted on тАЮangel robesтАЬ and other such nonsense.
Having helped my father and having stood years of watches in the
rejuvenation clinic at Boondock and in the associated hospital, I understood
the protocol invoked; a nurse in Boondock wears clothes only when the job
requires it. Seldom, that is, as the patient is usually not clothed. тАЪBut itтАЩs not
тАЮMrs LongтАЬ, Doctor. I am usually called тАЮMaureenтАЬ.тАЩ
тАЪтАЬMaureenтАЬ it is. This is Dagmar. Roast, meet Alice; Alice, meet Roast. And
Pixel, too, Dagmar. HeтАЩs the one with the short legs.тАЩ
тАЪHowdy, Maureen. Hi, Pixel.тАЩ
тАЪMee-ow.тАЩ
тАЪHi, Dagmar. Sorry to keep you late.тАЩ
тАЪDe nada, ducks.тАЩ
тАЪDagmar, either I am out of my skull, or Maureen is. Which is it?тАЩ
тАЪCouldnтАЩt it be both? IтАЩve had my doubts about you for a long time, Boss.тАЩ
тАЪUnderstandable. But she really does seem to have lost a chunk of her
memory. At least. Plus possible hallucinations. YouтАЩve studied materia
medica much more recently than I have; if someone wanted to cause a few
hours temporary amnesia, what drug would he choose?тАЩ
тАЪHuh? DonтАЩt give me your barefoot boy act. Alcohol, of course. But it might be
almost anything, the way the kids nowadays eat, drink, snort, smoke, or
shoot anything that doesnтАЩt shoot back.тАЩ
тАЪNot alcohol. Enough alcohol to do that produces a horrible hangover, with
halitosis, twitches and shakes, and bloodshot eyes. But look at her - clear
eyes, healthy as a horse, and innocent as a pup in the clean laundry. Pixel!
Stay out of that! So what do we look for?тАЩ
тАЪI dunno; letтАЩs operate and find out. Urine sample. Blood sample. Saliva, too?тАЩ
тАЪCertainly. And sweat, if you can find enough:
тАЪVaginal specimen?тАЩ
тАЪYes.тАЩ
тАЪWait,тАЩ I objected. тАЪIf you intend to poke around inside me, I want a chance to
douche and wash:
тАЪNot bleedinтАЩ likely, ducks,тАЩ Dagmar answered gently. тАЪWhat we need is
whatever is in there now... not after youтАЩve washed your sins away. DonтАЩt
argue; I wouldnтАЩt want to break your arm:
I shut up. I do indeed want to smell good, or not smell at all, when being
examined. But as a doctorтАЩs daughter (and a therapist myself) I knew that
what Dagmar said made sense... since they were looking for drugs. I didnтАЩt