Apr 16, 2013 23:06
Health Hazards
"You only noticed her because she was the only girl who even knew what a naval shanty was."
Peter only smirked wryly, knowing he couldn't exactly deny the accusation. "Claude, you don't meet a girl like Torie every day. Besides I think we would have become friends, eventually."
"A very long eventually," Claude said dryly as he laid out some alcohol-soaked pads, scissors, tape, gauze, and a long piece of silk attached to a curved needle. "Need I say that it is an 'eventually' that is proving hazardous to your health?"
"She's not going to kill me."
"She'll leave you with a collection of scars. What the hell do you think you are doing, living in the 19th century navy?"
"Maybe you ought to take up plastic surgery so you can fix me up."
Claude gave his friend a filthy look. "Next time you and Torie get into one of your fights, you can just stitch each other up. Now hold still; you already know this is going to hurt."