Tara 3

Untitled Part 123

     Patricia Morlinson was thrown fromher bed.

     Dr. Stanley Rubicon's comlink pager went off just as trhe room was struck.

     The bed had almost turned over, if it wasn't for the weightof Stanley, it would have. He set his hands flat against the bed to steady himself, but whatever it was had subsided, for the time being.

    "What the hell was that?"

    Patricia sat up groggy. Her right hand pressed against the side of her throbbing head.

    "Patricia! Stay there I'm coming baby!"

    Stanley was off the bed and on his knees at Patricia's side. He softly touched the bump on her head. "Do you feel sick? Like you're gonna..."

    Patricia vomited all over Stanley's face and chest.

    The white and yellow bile mixed with half digested rice and beans came up in a heavy splatter.

    Stanley spit some of it out, and wiped some of it off his eyes so that he xcould see.

    "Just relax. Let me get a cold compress for your head. It cxould be a concussion. That's a pretty bad looking bump."

     Patricia just murmured, "Uh huh." Her eyes closed, and she sat there holding her head, rocking slowly back and forth to the beat of the sounding alarms.

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