Wash didn't know what to say. In the few short hours he had known Linc for, he had learned that he had been abused by Vykkers in a lab, causing his bloodshot eye and his gigantism. How could he tell him that his life was just saved by an Intern, the servants of the Vykkers?
Ah well. Better he hears it from me than by seeing Slap in person.
Not only would it be a shock, but Slap was upset as it was by recent events, he didn't need any abuse from Linc.
"Slap is... well... he's the surgeon who saved you."
"On his own? From what I remember... and feel right now, my injuries were extensive. How did he manage it by himself?" Linc looked around, noticing the other patients asleep for the first time. "And with all these other guys?"
Wash truly did not know the answer to this.
"I guess he must be one hard worker"
One hard, sleep-deprived worker, he added silently.
Linc thought for a few seconds. "So this surgeon... he's a mud, or what?"
This was the moment Wash had been dreading since Linc had regained conciousness. "Um... he's... well, his lips are stitched..."
It took a microsecond for Linc to reorganise this cryptic statement into a coherant fact.
"He's a flubbin' intern!?!?"
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