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Post by captsparrowslady on Aug 6, 2007 15:43:48 GMT
"I don't know why I'm here. They won't be able to deal with my injuries. I'll be life flighted back to the US... that is if they even have a chopper to life flight me." Sands bitched. Just then a clip board was shoved into his hands by a nurse.
"Fill it out, turn it in." She told him.
"I can't fuckmook, I have no eyes."
"Then have your lady friend do the writing for you. I'm sure she can read as well." She said before turning away and tending to other patients.
Sands handed the clipboard over to Selina. "My full name is Sheldon Jeffery Sands, Ever call me Sheldon - I'll kill you, Date of Birth, June 9, 1969, Current age, 34. Health Insurance, yes. Anything else they need to know, just ask me."
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Post by Lauren on Aug 6, 2007 15:47:14 GMT
Selina scribbled down what he had told her.
"Ok I just need your current residence and ... blood type," Selina glanced over her shoulder to see if the doctor was coming back. She couldnt see him. She sighed and turned back to the clipboard.
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Post by captsparrowslady on Aug 6, 2007 16:07:59 GMT
"I ah... put down 399 Grove St. Herndon, Virginia 20170. That ought to tug on a few short an' curlies. Blood type is AB positive, lucky me." Sands told her as Doctor Ritter entered the hospital and sat down next to Sands.
"I called your supervisor's supervisor, or rather he called me, The'll be sending a helicopter for you. Both of you."
"Her too?"
"Yes, since she was the one to find you, they want to speak with her."
"Figures. So how soon until the chopper gets here Doc?"
"In the next few hours. They said in about 4-6 hours the helicopter should land here."
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Post by Lauren on Aug 6, 2007 16:32:51 GMT
"Woah! I cant go. All my things are here," Selina stood up, holding the clipboard against her chest. "Why do they want to talk to me anyway? I didnt do anything, I dont even know you, either of you, I wouldn't know what to say to these people," She realised she was still clinging onto the clipboard and thrust it back in Sands' hands.
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Post by captsparrowslady on Aug 6, 2007 16:42:49 GMT
"You don't have a choice sweetheart. The company I work for... it's not a...ah... It's not exactly a manufacturing company, or something of that nature. If they say for you to do something, you do it. No questions asked and keep your bitching to yourself 'cause they don't care, now be a doll and go give this to whatever old spinster gave it to me." Sands said giving back the clipboard.
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Post by Lauren on Aug 6, 2007 16:47:57 GMT
"I'm not surprised they shot you," She muttered under her breath, snatching the clipboard from him and taking it back over to the woman on the desk.
"If you want me to get in a helicopter with you and go to God know's where, you'd better tell me who the hell this 'company' of yours is, other wise I'm not stepping foot outside this hospital," Selina crossed her arms across her chest defiantly, even though she knew Sands couldnt see it.
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Post by captsparrowslady on Aug 6, 2007 16:52:12 GMT
Sands sighed at her stubborness. If he had eyes, he would have been glaring at her. "CIA." Sands said harshly in a soft voice so nobody else could hear him, "Satisfied?"
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Post by Lauren on Aug 6, 2007 16:55:32 GMT
"The CIA? You expect me to believe that? You've got to be the least CIA-y man I've ever met ... not that I've ever met any mind you but that's not the point!" Selina slumped back down in the chair next to Sands and rubbed her temples. "What a great holiday this is turning out to be ..." She muttered.
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Post by captsparrowslady on Aug 6, 2007 17:03:06 GMT
"I am CIA. I've got a badge and everything. I'd show you, but I can't exactly tell who my be looking. I promise to show you on the chopper. The spy business, by the way, is nothing like James Bond..." Sands smirked, knowing that's where most people get their ideas of what being a spy means, "Well, somethings are true, but the romanticism of it... no. And the things they do get right, are highly over exaggerated. We may go in guns blazing, but we do honestly try not to blow up everything and everyone we come across... and the cars... we're lucky if we get one, well, at least one that doesn't threaten to die on us every 50 miles or so. It's not a glamorous lifestyle." Sands told her as he leaned his head back against the wall behind him.
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Post by Lauren on Aug 6, 2007 17:08:28 GMT
Selina turned her head and watched Sands as he spoke. For the first time he seemed like a real person with feelings. It was weird, she didnt know which way she prefered him. At least he'd stopped swearing and calling her sugarbutt. There was an awkward silence, broken only by the nurse.
"Mr Sands, we're ready for you if you'd like to come with me," She moved around him before giving him a chance to answer and started wheeling his wheelchair down the corridoor.
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