the fine line between self-control and self-abuse
Because Cottle is awesome, and so is this week's ar_drabbles challenge.
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Sometimes it sucked to be a doctor. When he had to tell a patient there was no hope or inform the next of kin. When he had to roam this godsforsaken ball of mud sober while all around him people were drunk and stoned and pairing up like the flood would be upon them.
He passed the school tent and saw two people on the sandbags, asleep, inches apart, fully dressed.
In the morning he would hold court in the clinic tent, dispensing aspirin and sympathy for the hungover. He had nothing which would cure what ailed Laura and Bill.
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Sometimes it sucked to be a doctor. When he had to tell a patient there was no hope or inform the next of kin. When he had to roam this godsforsaken ball of mud sober while all around him people were drunk and stoned and pairing up like the flood would be upon them.
He passed the school tent and saw two people on the sandbags, asleep, inches apart, fully dressed.
In the morning he would hold court in the clinic tent, dispensing aspirin and sympathy for the hungover. He had nothing which would cure what ailed Laura and Bill.