[center][h1]Thomas Dunn[/h1][/center]
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Mentioned: Lucia- [@Raptor]
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"Kids?" He said, cocking an eyebrow. It had never occurred to him to think of his nurses as kids, but he supposed they [i]were[/i] seven years younger than him. "Huh. Damn. We're old, aren't we?" He let out a quick laugh. "That's a troubling thought." He looked at the crates that contained the exam-beds. He smiled. "Oh, wonderful." He turned to the mechanic, clapping his hands together. "You are a saint, Lucia." He tried to pick up one of the crates, and struggled. He rolled up the sleeves of his white button-up shirt. He whistled. "Oi! Daveth, I need a hand with this. Alicia, clear out some space."

"On it, Doc!" They chorused, giggling. Thomas sighed. Moving the crates around was a righteous pain in the ass, but luckily, the bed themselves were easy to set up. When they'd finished up, he wiped some sweat off his brow. He was tired, and so were Daveth and Alicia. He sighed. 

"You two, take a break. Long as you need, but try to be back in an hour. Anyone gives you shit about it, tell them to talk to me. Unless it's Carson. If Carson gives you shit about it, you tell him you're sorry, and you come right back here." He said, in a semi-joking manner. There wasn't a lot that scared him, but that machine-in-men's-clothing was somewhere far beyond intimidating. He limped over to Lucia. "I've got the 'kids' off my back for an hour or so. You need help with anything?"