A/N: Because I live in Techie's basement I do this. That and I would worship the ground she walked on another First Sentence Challenge.
530. Nothing could bleed that much...
Nothing could bleed that much...
Well it shouldn't!
And that's what Rodney told himself over and over.
"Rodney," said a voice, laced with brogue. "Rodney, it's a paper cut."
Rodney looked up at the face of Dr. Carson Beckett, and pouted.
"Rodney. It's not bleeding."
He looked down at the cut, what Carson said was true. "Ah… Well…"
The Scotsman looked at the Canadian. The Latter opened and closed his mouth a few times, looking quite like a fish. The Former just looked at the Latter make a fool of himself.
Rodney stood up off the bed that he was sitting on. Adjusting his jacket, he tilted his head back in a cocky sort of way, and walked out of the infirmary.
The good doctor leaned back in his chair, and sighed. One down. Five more hypochondriac attacks from Rodney to go. And it was only… Seven in the morning…
It was going to be a long day.