“Gov.” Sam rested a hand on Gene’s shoulder. “Gene. Gene!” He shook the other man’s shoulder lightly, and Gene responded by jerking forward. He started to cough again, and Sam pulled him upright, rubbing his back as the coughs shook him. “Here,” he picked up the glass from the counter and handed it to Gene, then fished two
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FIN. No more from me, but anyone who wants to can pick it up from there.
I would, but knowing me, I wouldn't guarantee that Sam survive...
*grin*
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Or bleeding to death.
That could work.
*hmm*
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Yea..that's all I can say at the moment...
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Thanks for commenting.
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Who would have thought having flu could be so damned sexy? ;-)
I'm calling for Doctor Sam next time I sneeze!
Seriously, you are just brilliant. Loved it all and it was typical of Gene that he still had to be in charge in order to be sent home from work.
Fantastic.
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If only Doctor Sam was in the phone book...
Glad you liked the fic, and thanks for the comment :)
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