StretchyGalFan

Dr. James Sirresh is fairly certain someone might be trying to kill him. This is not one of those ironic sort of thoughts, where you have a few patches of rough luck and think the Big Man must have it out for you. No, this is a well founded suspicion based on the fact that on at least four separate occasions today he has very nearly perished. Being that he is a doctor, a surgeon no less, he is very used to high stress environments and quick reaction times being the difference between life and death. Still that was work and often other people’s lives and other people’s deaths. It’s rarely his own life on the line, not never his own life just rarely. It started in the morning. Where blearily he made his way into the kitchen. The fug of the morning clinging to him like an affectionate anaconda, dislodging the beast of sleep was never an easy effort. He wanted that elixir of awakening, he’d spent more money on his coffee machine than he cared to admit, it had four digits of worth and