Health clerk casually picks up walkie-talkie.
“Joe, come in. Joe?”
“Copy.”
“Joe, there’s a blood clean-up in Mrs. W’s class,” she says. She looks up at me.
“Where exactly?”
“Uh, inside the door,” I stammer.
“It’s inside the door.”
“I’m on it.”
“Great, thanks. Over and out.”
Health clerk puts the walkie talkie back in its holder and starts shuffling papers. End scene.



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