Survival of the Fittest
"So, Randi, when's this plan of yours going to work?"
Randi hemmed and hawed, "Uh, the thing is that it sorta got... well... derailed by the derailment and all the drama between them."
"Yes, well, I'm not sure if Dave's gonna survive Kerry..."
Randi made a face, "None of us may. Ah, did she get pissed off at the cans?"
"That was you?"
Randi shrugged.
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"David."
"Wha..."
Kerry stood in the doorway of the lounge and shook her head. "You're done for the day, time to go home. Get some real rest."
Dave sat up and pulled a hand through his unruly hair. "Sorry Chief."
"Just go home Doctor Malucci. Get some rest."
"I didn't."
Kerry stopped at her locker and spun the dial. "Didn't what?"
Dave stood, "Didn't do the can thing."
"I know." She replaced her lab coat with her light spring coat.
"You know..." He held up a hand to forestall Kerry's answer, "Of course you know, you know everything."
"Just go home David." She left the doctor's lounge.
Dave left a minute later, nearly running into Kim. "Oh, Doctor Legaspi, do you... have a minute?"
Kim was silent for a second and then nodded, "Of course Dave. The lounge?" Dave and Kim disappeared back into the lounge.