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Sam Fury ([info]sammyfury) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2013-09-08 20:47:00


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Entry tags:sammy fury, valini morse

Over due for a brain update
Along with the brain scans (to make sure it wasn't broken), and the body scans (to make sure the rest of her was healing), Sammy knew she'd have to talk to one of the psychologists. Her appointments were usually with Doctor Samson, but there were other, more important things taking up his time. She'd been willing to wait until he was free, but the deputy director overrode that by virtue of "because I said so!"

Sometimes it wasn't fair that Mom was the deputy director.

She managed to postpone it until after the funeral services were all attended, and then landed herself back in a med bed waiting for Dr. Morse to appear. Dr. Morse would be the one to decide if she could return to active duty. As far as cracked ribs would allow.



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[info]valini_morse
2013-10-09 12:01 pm UTC (link)
"I'm flattered. Here," she said and offered the agent her card. "Feel free to reach me, anytime, if you need something or just want to talk. I hope you get out of here soon, Sam."

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[info]sammyfury
2013-10-09 08:28 pm UTC (link)
"Thanks." Sammy took the card and tucked it into her notebook on the bedside table. "And thanks for verifying I'm not any crazier than anybody else here. I'm attached to my Glock and my carry concealed permit."

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[info]valini_morse
2013-10-09 10:27 pm UTC (link)
She chuckled and shook her head. "No my dear, you are the proper amount of nuts for working here. Glock and permit still allowed. Later." Lifting an eyebrow, she smirked at Sam.

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