Thread: Gunner & Dr. Bishop Who: Gunner Crawley and Dr. Bishop. When: May 26th. Evening. Where: Base. Dr. Bishop's Room. What: Difficulties of the technical kind.
Gunner strained and reached for his labcoat. His tattooed fingers were stretched out as far as they could go, and they were almost there. He leaned over rather, as much as he was able, his arm twisting a bit uncomfortably. But success! He felt the pads of his fingertips brush just the edge of his labcoat. He wiggled them and got an edge and then was able to tug a little, scoot it closer. Enough that he could grab it with his fingers and pull it towards him.
With that same hand, Gunner reached into the pocket of his labocat and pulled out his walkie talkie. He fumbled with it for a second or two before he slid the talk button down.
"Dr. Bishop?" he said into the small handheld device. "Can you come here? I'm in your room. I need a bit of help."
Gunner sounded embarrassed. And with good reason. He had managed to handcuff a wriswt to the bed and couldn't find the key.