Here's my list, the key to opening the gates of ordinary, to get my life back to a somewhat normal degree: 1. Get a job.... With a bunch of Academy boys? Didn't see that one coming. 2. Earn money.....Well, obviously. It's the only way we'll make rent this month. 3. See mom happy again.... If that's even possible. 4...
"Stop. Stop, please." I sob as the whip comes down on my back once more. "Shut up yo-" my tormentor's words are cut off by a ferocious growl. I sense another masculine figure in the dark room, but can't make out a word he's shouting. The burning and searing pain that I'm experiencing is just too much. A sickening snap...
"Your name's Anna and you're an anesthesiologist?" "Yes." "That's punny." "I can't wait to knock you unconscious." +++ Anna is an anesthesiologist. She's surprised that people laugh at the phonetic connection between her job and her name. She's even more surprised when one of her patients wishes he doesn't wake up rig...
