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WEDNESDAY, APRIL 14, 1965

'Twas the night before the laparoscopy, and not a creature was stirring...except for Alexandria and George sharing a glass of scotch before bed.

Alexandria had been told not to drink anything after midnight...but it was eleven-fifteen, a whole forty-five minutes before her deadline. She was nervous about the surgery that was happening in just under eight hours. She worried about all that could go wrong, no matter how many times she had been told that everything would be okay. She was just best at worrying.

"I hope you're good at waking up early hungover," Alexandria said, taking their shared glass from George and taking a sip of it. "Because you'll definitely have to fight with me just to get me up in the morning." A lazy smile formed on her lips as she tried to hide the nerves bubbling inside.

"Don't worry," George responded. "I'll make sure you get up."

"Good," Alexandria responded. "Because, I need this, I think. The surgery, I mean."

"Yeah, you need it," he said. "It'll be nice knowing what's really the matter with ye. Means they can help you. I hate seeing you all in pain or whatever." George took the glass from her hands and took a swig of the lovely beverage. "Mmm, I love bloody scotch," he said, clearly satisfied with the drink.

"I know you do," Alexandria said. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were an alcoholic or somethin'." She smirked  "And, I know it'll be good for me, for us. Doesn't mean I'm beyond thrilled at the idea of being knocked out and cut open...or whatever it is that they'll be doin'."

"I think that's what Holly said," he said. "Isn't it still weird callin' her by her first name? Your doctor?"

Alexandria shrugged. "Kind of, I guess. She says it helps her feel more connected to her patients. Says it can help them feel more comfortable too, more inclined to tell her the truth, no matter how embarrassing."

"Well, does it? Does it make you feel more inclined to tell her the truth?"

"S'ppose it helps me feel a bit more at ease, almost like she's just a friend. Makes it easier to talk to her, I suppose. So, yeah, I think it works." Alexandria shrugged.

George nodded. "So glad you found a good doctor finally," he said.

Alexandria bobbed her head in agreement, snatching the scotch back from George. "One that actually helps me, one that actually listens. Can't believe that something like that is so damn hard to come by these days."

George looked down at his watch for a while, then he said, "it's almost eleven-thirty. Maybe you should be going to bed. Gotta be up in a few hours, you know."

"Well, I'll probably be sleeping for half the damn day tomorrow, so who cares?" Alexandria said rather bitterly.

"I care," George said. "Not entirely sure when I became the rational thinker here. That's usually you, you know. Plus, I'm gonna have to be up around the clock takin' care of your delirious arse. Think I deserve a bit of rest, don't you?"