Hadn't she made it clear to Jennifer that she didn't care if it threatened her life, she needed it gone? Wasn't it obvious to anyone but her that any standard infection she could get in her open wound was going to be a million times better than the one she already had? Didn't she just say she wasn't going to be injected with anything, just in case it wasn't something she would wake up from?
Tess wasn't about to call Joel a traitor –– that word was reserved for people she'd put bullets in –– but the look she threw him stopped just shy of it. What a rat, she thought.
She'd beat herself up for her own hypocrisies later, walking into a clinic and then acting like she hadn't gone of her own volition.
"I'm not being put out," Tess insisted. "I can't do consistent, I need now. Prepare a fucking skin graft now, if that's what it takes."
(Tess had no idea what a skin graft entailed, obviously.)
"I don't have time for this!"
Panicking a bit? Panicking a bit. God, she wished she had bullets flying by her head and Robert's thugs screaming at her and soldiers marching by her hiding place, anything but pristine surgical rooms and know-it-all doctors and partners with much better compartmentalizing skills than her own.
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Hadn't she made it clear to Jennifer that she didn't care if it threatened her life, she needed it gone? Wasn't it obvious to anyone but her that any standard infection she could get in her open wound was going to be a million times better than the one she already had? Didn't she just say she wasn't going to be injected with anything, just in case it wasn't something she would wake up from?
Tess wasn't about to call Joel a traitor –– that word was reserved for people she'd put bullets in –– but the look she threw him stopped just shy of it. What a rat, she thought.
She'd beat herself up for her own hypocrisies later, walking into a clinic and then acting like she hadn't gone of her own volition.
"I'm not being put out," Tess insisted. "I can't do consistent, I need now. Prepare a fucking skin graft now, if that's what it takes."
(Tess had no idea what a skin graft entailed, obviously.)
"I don't have time for this!"
Panicking a bit? Panicking a bit. God, she wished she had bullets flying by her head and Robert's thugs screaming at her and soldiers marching by her hiding place, anything but pristine surgical rooms and know-it-all doctors and partners with much better compartmentalizing skills than her own.