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Date Posted: Wednesday, September 08, 11:09:29pm
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Jennifer S and Loveroy's New Story
's message, "Sanglant - Beyond the Thrusts" on Thursday, August 05, 12:16:30am
Abruptly leaving the Medical School Library after having overheard talk about the approaching storm, Nikita Wirth, M.D. was anxious to return home. She distractedly disembarked from the taxi that brought her to the ferry from the library where she had been doing research. After paying the fare and removing her ‘ferry pass’ from her wallet, Nikita saw a vending machine with bottled cold water. Because she noticed that her wallet was now empty of money, she groaned in frustration knowing her thirst would have to wait.
She then noticed the only ferry at the dock was dark and seemed abandoned. Looking at her watch and realizing it was close to 1:00 o’clock, she assumed everyone must still be at lunch. Seating on a wooden bench, she pulled out her battered copy of JAMA (Journal American Medical Association) and waited patiently for the crew to return. She sat under the overhang that would ward her from the drizzling rain.
Nikita checked her watch again and realized she had lost track of time while distractedly reading the interesting hematology analysis in her favorite journal. Surmising that the ferry crew was not going to return to the dock due to the ominous weather Nikita started to panic faced with her predicament - no money, no way of getting to the island, no taxi to return to the town.
Finally, Nikita spied the comforting sight of the second ferry making its way through the choppy waters towards the dock. Relieved she watched as the vessel continuously slammed against the angry swells that made up the bay and watched as the craft swayed back and forth, its engines sputtering and smoking. Hurriedly she reached the dock as the vessel smashed against the wooden planks.
The wind was picking up wickedly and the ocean waves crashed over the pier covering the parking lot. The rain poured lightly but with brut force, like needles pricking her wet skin. She was trying hard to determine who was aboard the vessel that looked like a paper boat bobbing in an angry sea, desperately trying to remain afloat.
“Marco are you alright. Where the hell is everyone?” She yelled over the howling wind to the man behind the wheel of the almost empty ferry.
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