Light Rail is Still Pretty Heavy

Doctor: So what do we have here?
Female, fifty to sixty years old, gunshot wound to the chest.
Doctor: Yikes. What a mess. Any ID?
Yes Doctor; last name De'Troyat; first name Sadie; middle initial O.
Doctor: Looks like maybe two rounds from a high powered rifle. Nothing left of the left lung. Right lung is still in there but...
But what Doctor?
Doctor: Christ what a mess.
Doctor: Aortic Artery is nicked and leaking; Right atrium is shredded; Shit. Big hunk of bone stuck in the right ventricle. Posterior vena cava? Never mind about that. Amazing.
What is that Doctor?
Doctor: That this thing is still pushing what little blood she has left.
She's had 8 units of whole blood.
Doctor: hmmmmph.
Should I call the family in?
Doctor: Wait, wait, wait! I'm thinking.
Doctor: Implants is what she needs. I'm the best plastic surgeon around here! I'll make her look great! Sexy like she never was!
Doctor: Nurse? Nurse? Nurse!!!!
Right behind you doctor.
Doctor: What do you think 34D? or a some nice 36DDs?
Yes the 36DDs.
Doctor: OK great! and give my brother-in-law a call he can do something with her teeth too!
Doctor: I'm assuming that Ms. De'Troyat just being here on the table she must have insurance right?
Not to worry doctor, those premiums have been paid.
Doctor: And you know what else nurse? Both the nipples are in such great shape! I won't have to waste time relocating them either. But put the procedure on the bill please. Just in case. God works in mysterious ways nurse. Two big slugs to the thoracic and the nipples were never touched.

her child never sucked the sweet, thin Milk.