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He frowned, looking around as best as he could, squinting at the lights.
"Yeah, I threw up a little bit in my mouth when I said it."
August woke slowly, blinking uncertainly.
"Yep," she said with a laugh, slipping another pair of boxers over her hipbones. "A doctor of love."
August was in the ward, his eyes closed after the surgery. He had stabilized.
"It's a doctorate. Dr. Williams."
(Zoop?)
"You have a degree in dinosaur taming. That's pretty hot."
The medic pulled the stethoscope away from August's heart some time later. "He's unconscious, but not dead yet," he muttered, turning to Aspen....
She grinned at him playfully, grabbing yet another pair and slipping them on. "What about you? Any degrees I should know about?"
Again, he didn't respond. His chest was moving, although barely.
"Mmhm," she said, pulling on another pair of boxers. "Double major, baby. I can teach kids about music. Sexy, no?""
He didn't respond, his mouth slightly open.
"They said that about me getting multiple degrees in college, but guess who has a bachelor's in music and in education?"
She looked over at him, slipping on one of his boxers.
August was warm next to her, but quiet.
She pulled out another one of his long shirts, slipping it on. "I'm wearing one of your shirts and all of your underwear. That's okay, right?"
The next morning, August still hadn't woken up.
She smiled back, still looking pretty confused. She looked back down at it, her brow furrowed, but seemed like she was deciding not to push it,...
