Coma (2002)
““Some days are like this,” said Bellows, holding the door open for Susan as they left the ICU. “Lunch can be considered a luxury. Even a nice . . .” Bellows paused as they walked down the corridor. They were both eyeing the floor. Bellows was searching for a word. Then he changed his incompleted sentence. “On occasion it is even hard to find time to relieve oneself.”
“You meant to say ‘a nice shit,’ didn’t you?”
Bellows glanced at Susan. She looked up at him with a slight smile. “You don’t have to act differently on my account,” said Susan.
Bellows continued to study her face, which she carefully kept as neutral as possible. They walked in silence past the holding area for surgery.
“As I mentioned before, an arterial stick is just about the same as a venous stick,” said Bellows, changing the subject. He sensed the unnerving effect Susan had on him and he sought to regain the upper hand. “You isolate the artery, either the brachial, radial, or femoral, it really doesn’t matter which, w...ith your middle and index fingers, like this . . .”MoreLess
“You meant to say ‘a nice shit,’ didn’t you?”
Bellows glanced at Susan. She looked up at him with a slight smile. “You don’t have to act differently on my account,” said Susan.
Bellows continued to study her face, which she carefully kept as neutral as possible. They walked in silence past the holding area for surgery.
“As I mentioned before, an arterial stick is just about the same as a venous stick,” said Bellows, changing the subject. He sensed the unnerving effect Susan had on him and he sought to regain the upper hand. “You isolate the artery, either the brachial, radial, or femoral, it really doesn’t matter which, w...ith your middle and index fingers, like this . . .”MoreLess
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