Basically all of that vocabulary flies directly over his head, but that's becoming more of a common experience by the day.
"You're a rabbi?" he asks, then a little too quickly changes the subject to-
"Is that common practice in your world? Not doing dissections? I had to spend a whole year in postmortem before they even let me look at a live patient- by the end of it I forgot that people don't usually smell like formaldehyde."
The clinic isn't that far a jaunt away, and Hawkeye holds the door for Lev. Above the door is a sign that reads 'Hawkeye's Clinic', listing a happy hour from 6-7pm, and underneath a smaller sign reads 'amputation loyalty program; fifth limb removal free'. Inside is sterile and orderly, but not without any charm or comfort.
"Which one should I call you? I mean- I'm Benjamin on paper but I've been Hawkeye to nearly everyone since I was two months old. Or I'm Benji if you're being cute."
They said husband, Hawk.
"Anyway- so what does he do? Surgery? I mean- cutting into people? Is he a specialist?"
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"You're a rabbi?" he asks, then a little too quickly changes the subject to-
"Is that common practice in your world? Not doing dissections? I had to spend a whole year in postmortem before they even let me look at a live patient- by the end of it I forgot that people don't usually smell like formaldehyde."
The clinic isn't that far a jaunt away, and Hawkeye holds the door for Lev. Above the door is a sign that reads 'Hawkeye's Clinic', listing a happy hour from 6-7pm, and underneath a smaller sign reads 'amputation loyalty program; fifth limb removal free'. Inside is sterile and orderly, but not without any charm or comfort.
"Which one should I call you? I mean- I'm Benjamin on paper but I've been Hawkeye to nearly everyone since I was two months old. Or I'm Benji if you're being cute."
They said husband, Hawk.
"Anyway- so what does he do? Surgery? I mean- cutting into people? Is he a specialist?"