Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24661553-20150715181038/@comment-24852191-20150928002340


 * The corpsman grabs a metal trashcan. She takes it and puts it next to Myra's bed. She looks back at me.

Corpsman: Sir, you might want to leave.

Me: Fine, but if anything happens, come get me.


 * I walk up stairs, from the infermary, to the kitchen. I grab a bottle of coke, sit down, and start writing a report.