Nick took a deep breath before opening the door. He came here to find Dr. Stone, but sure as hell didn't want to talk to her. 'She'll bark, she'll snap and she'll bitch, but she won't help...'
He opened the door and saw Marylin Stone just where he had left her, still relaxing in the residents' lounge. 'Just who does she think she is...'
"Ahem..." Nick cleared his throat, expecting a reaction, but Dr Bitch, true to her monicker, didn't care to even glance at him.
"Dr Stone, excuse me," said Nick, using an annoyed tone that he immediately regretted. Dr Stone put down her coffee cup and looked at him as if he was a six year old about to ask a stupid question. "Dr Stone, we could use your help right now. We're in a bit of a crisis."
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