Kent, a normal doctor? Athena chuckled, attempting to shake her head, muttering a curse when she felt its heaviness—the anesthesia was starting to kick in.
She tried biting her lips when Ewan's face loomed over her, probably seeing if she was still awake, but her tongue felt swollen and heavy too. She was drowsy. Very soon, she would be out of it.
When was the last time she was under the knife? She didn't want to remember. Not that there was any time for that, she thought, feeling herself slipping away, darkness covering the face of Ewan—or was it herself?
Two seconds later, she was out.
"So, you told her that I was just a normal doctor, huh? You must really rate me less…" Kent started, wearing his gloves. With him was Dr. Linda, whom Ewan had no choice but to call in because Kent had forgotten to come with an assistant.
