Only a Game
3. Dr. Jim Watkins
Her heart was beating regularly and her blood pressure was exactly right for her age.
Her brain waves were fluctuating as if she was awake and moving about.
This new device was a miracle.
He wondered what it could do for mentally disturbed patients, or for persons recovering from a stroke.
Then he turned his attention back to Ms McCourt.
What a nice girl, he thought.
Had she actually winked at him, or had he only imagined that?
Perhaps he would take a heart and invite her for dinner, when she got out of this game in a few hours.
He smiled at her.
Yes, perhaps he would do that.
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