Jensen had been a little surprised to get an email from anyone, let alone the quiet kid they called their medic. Apparently it was physical time. Goody. He hated this shit, and always had. Clay had to practically hold a gun to his head to get him to do it sometimes. He sighed and decided that the mental picture of Batman hauling him into the med center by his ear was not something he wanted to make a reality.
He wandered into medical and looked around for the doc. "Turn your head and cough time, huh?"