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"Sure okay," Elizabeth said sunnily. "Never get stabbed
again. And don't
worry, I won't get anywhere near you with a knife, unless
of course I'm
cooking and you're helping me cut the vegetables or something
or we are
stuck in a life or death situation and I have to cut
us loose before we
fall into a giant vat full of hungry alligators or-"
"Alright Elizabeth, I think I get your point," Lucky
cut her off. "Man, I
don't know what that doctor, Joe, did, but my stomach
hurts like you
wouldn't believe."
"I've never seen someone use power drill when treating
a stab wound
before," Liz said. "I always thought you were supposed
to try to CLOSE
the wound, not make it bigger."
"Yeah, well, he's a doctor," Lucky said. "So he must know
what he was
doing."
"Yeah, and besides, you only had to get 94 stitches."
Lucky smiled. "I'm such a lucky guy," he gushed and put
an arm around
Liz. He felt a sharp pain rip through his side and instantly
regretted
the movement, but did not let on to Liz. They looked
up eagerly as the
door flew open and Bobbie, in her usual cheery "hospital"
mood,
practically skipped into the room.
"I'm glad to see you're feeling better," she said to Lucky.
"I've got
your release papers here. All we need is a signature."
"His *what*?" Liz asked incredulously. "He was just admitted.
He got
*stabbed* Bobbie!"
"I know," Bobbie said with a broad smile. "But he's taking
up space. Come
on sport, you can handle being on your own, can't you?"
Lucky stared at Liz, his mouth hanging open in utter shock.
"I guess," he
said slowly. "Let me just--"
"You're not going anywhere, Mr. Spencer," Taggert said,
busting into the
room.
"Excuse me," Bobbie said curtly to the detective. "You
are disturbing my
patient. If you would like to check in with a nurse to
see him, you can
go the nurses' station and talk to Amy about getting
*permission* to see
my nephew."
"Oh, I don't think that'll be necessary, Miss Spencer,"
Taggert said,
grinning. "You see, I've got a warrant for his arrest."
"What?" Liz, Lucky, and Bobbie asked simultaneously.
"That's right, Mr. Spencer, you're under arrest for the
theft of Miss
Brenda Barrett's purse. If you'll just climb out of the
bed here, we'll
cuff you and take you to the station."
Lucky only gawked stupidly as he was dragged out into
the hospital
corridor.
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