"Daisy," Decon said. "If you want to stay, I'll write you a pass, but if you want to go home, now's your chance."
Dr. Strauss walked into the room, her brown hair in a loose bun, she'd already taken it out for the night and had just thrown it back up when the nurse had called her. "Okay, what's the problem? Oh, Decon, what're you doing here?" she asked.
"I was first on the scene," he said with a grim smile.






























