Dr.Dr. Moriat turned to face Sara, and wrinkled her nose. "Nurse, have you been smoking?" Sara blinked stupidly, the question catching her off-guard. Dr. Moriat stopped writing on her notepad, and turned her full attention to Sara. Vivienne frowned. "Need I remind you that smoking is restricted to the outdoor section of the cafeteria, and that violation of that rule is grounds for dismissal? In addition, it is a vile, _foul_ habit, and should _never_ be practiced by a member of the health profession." She turned away and resumed inspecting the array of health equipment. Without looking at the stunned nurse, she continued, "It is fortunate for you that we are at a critical phase in the experiment, and that finding a replacement would hamper our progress greatly." Dr. Moriat waved dismissively at Sara. When the nurse did not move, Vivienne firmly said, "You _are_ dismissed." Sara Martin walked out of the room spitting mad. Just who did the foreign bitch think she was, anyway? [Nice to know I'm not alone in my evaluation -AW] Her fucking combined degree didn't give her the right to treat Sara like that. Sara stomped back to the nurses' station. This had rapidly turned into a rotten day, and her nerves were totally shot. Sara looked at the clock. She had about fifteen minutes before her next scheduled visit. Grabbing her purse, she headed for the cafeteria courtyard. Day 3, 2207: Dr. Vivienne Moriat had a problem. It wasn't really a problem, it was closer to a loose end. After careful checking of the equipment, including a complete internal diagnostic via computer, she had determined that everything was functioning perfectly. |