The two walked down the hallways, peering into various rooms. Nobody bothered them. After a while, Dick saw Marcia being pushed down another hallway in a wheelchair, her faced laced with pain. “My babies!” she called to Dick.
“They’re fine. Someone is watching them. I’m here now, honey.”
“Oh good,” said the nurse pushing the wheelchair. “Your husband made it.” Dick winked at Peter as they passed him.
Peter heard muffled cursing and turned into the room on his right, and there was Ned, still naked, his foot twisting the sheet which was hanging off the side of the gurney. Peter stuffed a couple handfuls of rubber gloves down the front of his borrowed scrub, and lilting his voice said, “Oh honey, I’m here now. Are they taking you to surgery to get your nasty appendix out now? Like, soon?” He ended on a loud note.