Aya set her coffee mug carefully down on the table and...tried to finish coughing as quietly as she could? And yes, her face was getting less and less happy (not that it started happy) as he spoke.
Danny just looked...older. More tired. Ragged. "We already have requests in for her medical records, but you know how coordinating hospitals can be. As soon as we have them, you'll have them, unless you can get a hold of them sooner." Danny knew that his partner's boyfriend was...much better connected than two NY city cops could ever be. Even if they were detectives.
"Bleh," She was finally able to talk? "Merry Christmas. Mutating cells and I woke them up? Great." Just...great. Really. "Sewers. She escaped into the sewers. There's a lot of avenues for this to spread down there, provided it's that kind of contagious and not some kind of 'it mutates then dies' thing." Please let the things die. Please oh please oh please?
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Date: 2011-12-22 08:29 am (UTC)Danny just looked...older. More tired. Ragged. "We already have requests in for her medical records, but you know how coordinating hospitals can be. As soon as we have them, you'll have them, unless you can get a hold of them sooner." Danny knew that his partner's boyfriend was...much better connected than two NY city cops could ever be. Even if they were detectives.
"Bleh," She was finally able to talk? "Merry Christmas. Mutating cells and I woke them up? Great." Just...great. Really. "Sewers. She escaped into the sewers. There's a lot of avenues for this to spread down there, provided it's that kind of contagious and not some kind of 'it mutates then dies' thing." Please let the things die. Please oh please oh please?