Welcome back for another Weekend Writing Warrior Eight Sentence Sunday. (You can find the rules here as well as a list of the very talented participants).
This week carries on from last week, where Cavanough has just told the doctor to basically terminate one of her patients. He's not got a huge fan club. Can anyone tell why? Lol.
"I will absolutely NOT remove his virus, and I will certainly not be sending any one's remains to their next of kin unless they're yours."
Cavanough raised his eyebrows and stared at me, mouth agape.
"Colonel Scott, I implore you to see reason. The lieutenant has too many failures in his dossier, he has put us at risk."
"Beseech me, implore me, hell, impeach me for all I care. He's had one unsuccessful mission of a hundred." I recalled the image of Mare demanding to know my whereabouts. "Nothing has been compromised and I won't just yank his virus out and send his battered body to his mother because you say so. I'm the damn doctor here, and that's my call to make."
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