Ellie stumbled towards the surgery. She was drunk. She had drunk so much that she was barely concious. She had also gotten into the scrubs closet and had dressed up as a surgeon and limped into the room. Mid-surgery. There were a group of doctors performing a heart transplant and with her immense height and mask she looked as if she could be a surgeon. She stood, putting pressure on one leg because her right ankle was hurting more than usual. Then she started to lean. Before she could stop herself she had fallen sideways to the ground.
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