Talk:AIF/@comment-10905876-20150424043812

-Neviston, DeForest Medical Center-

Hodston lay in a hospital bed, his leg in a cast, his chest bandaged up, and multiple IVs in his forearms. As a nurse entered his room, he tried again to get a meeting with a doctor, and an update on the Sith fleet.

Hodston: "And take me off of those damn pain killers! I'd rather have the pain than have my head in a constant fog like you've got it. It'll be months before I can think properly at your rate. What's next, I cough funny and you ram a breathing tube down my throat? Get me a proper doctor so I can be transferred to the naval hospital, I don't know why I ended up here in the first place."

Nurse: "Now Mr. Hodston, you need to sit down. And no, I won't let you go roaming the hospital till your leg is better. Your 74 years old, things take time to heal. What you need is rest, not to go chasing after alien invaders hobbling on a cane! And the attending physician won't transfer you to a naval hospital where they'll let you out early to 'perform your duty.'"

Hodston: "At least let me review the latest reports on the fleet."

Nurse: "I'll have your physician decide on that later Mr. Hodston."

After the nurse leaves, Hodston mutters to himself, "Civilian doctors..."