Email to Domino and Bridge
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To: Dom, Bridge
From: Nathan
Subject: so this is the land of the living? very nice...
Yeah, I know, I shouldn't be joking about it. So shoot me. (No, Dom, that wasn't an invitation.) I am feeling a little more with it today. Moira's even let me on the computer for a bit (obviously), mostly because I can't seem to sleep for more than five minutes at a time in this damned medlab.
I can't tell you what happened, because I honestly don't remember. Blame it on the oxygen deprivation, I guess. But I promise that as soon as I'm out of this damned bed, it's going to be nose back to the grindstone. Not having this happen again.
Nate
From: Nathan
Subject: so this is the land of the living? very nice...
Yeah, I know, I shouldn't be joking about it. So shoot me. (No, Dom, that wasn't an invitation.) I am feeling a little more with it today. Moira's even let me on the computer for a bit (obviously), mostly because I can't seem to sleep for more than five minutes at a time in this damned medlab.
I can't tell you what happened, because I honestly don't remember. Blame it on the oxygen deprivation, I guess. But I promise that as soon as I'm out of this damned bed, it's going to be nose back to the grindstone. Not having this happen again.
Nate