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Expired - Fiona Martin He examines the faded blue ink on the newborn baby’s wrist, shaking his head slightly, puzzled. He looks at his watch. At the clock on the wall. At the calendar nailed to the door. “It’s another one,” he breathes. “Pardon?” inquires the nurse watching him expectantly, pen and paper in hand. He blinks the spots in his eyes away before turning to her. “Sorry, umm--” his voice trails off. “Doctor, are you alright? Let me have a look.” She leans over his shoulder, trying to make out the 8 small numbers tattooed on the baby’s skin. He quickly covers the it’s with his hand, and the nurse jumps. “Doctor, what’s the problem? I need the Expiration,” the now aggravated nurse demands. “I--It’s nothing. The Expiration is, uh, May 3rd, 4062,” he stutters. The nurse scribbles on her paper, then rushes out of the room huffing. The doctor exits the room and quietly pulls out his cell phone, calling 1 on speed dial. The phone rings quietly in his ear, before a frustrated voice shrieks through the line. “What is it, Thornhill? You know I’m a busy man!” “It’s another one. Another ByGone.” Silence. “Sir?” “Yes. I’m here. Where are you?” “193 SE Parkhill… The Grimshaw Hospital.” “I’ll be there shortly. Make sure you get a DNA sample and meet me out back.” “And the baby, sir?” “Don’t worry about it. Just leave it with the family.” “Alright. I’ll meet you out back at eleven.” Beep beep. The line goes dead. The doctor tucks his phone into his pocket, and rings the intercom for a replacement doctor, then sneaks quietly out the door.
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