The Least Common Denominator

XIX.III Spreadsheet

Okay... As much as I'd want to do this in the proper way, there was absolutely no chance in hell that I can do it with the current situation. Field medicine was something I have read about, but never really practiced. So hopefully, my dozens of hours spent in the subject should kick in once I find myself in the zone. The seminars I took should be reactivated at the back of my mind once that happens as well; mixing with the knowledge that I knew I still had under lock and key in the deep recesses of my mind. Of course, this was all conjecture, but I managed to survive clinical practice by essentially being paranoid, but ultimately being quite cocky with my above-average ability to retain information.

"C-Crimson..."

Although, I should've seen this coming since I was on the verge of breaking down for each day that I spent being in close proximity with a dying patient.