Something at this distance is not terribly unlike aiming at the firing range. [She doesn't move to the next target until she gets three more cards through the center in a row. It takes her seven throws. Satisfied with her consistency she moves her aim to the next farthest target.]
In some ways? Yes. But in the surgical ward should I have to think. About what is wrong, how it must be fixed, what could go wrong in the middle of surgery...though I don't anymore. As I'm doing now, and have ever done before, I drill. [The first two cards go wide, The third skims along the outside of the further hoop. She readjusts for momentum, the further it is the more difficult to keep the card from slowing.] What is done when, over and over, until I don't truly have to think about it. I just know what to do, when to do it, and how to keep my patients alive.
[After her first solid throw through the middle of the next ring she pauses to rub her wrist and blink at Remy.] ...It never really goes away, I suppose.
[Action] Feb. 4th
In some ways? Yes. But in the surgical ward should I have to think. About what is wrong, how it must be fixed, what could go wrong in the middle of surgery...though I don't anymore. As I'm doing now, and have ever done before, I drill. [The first two cards go wide, The third skims along the outside of the further hoop. She readjusts for momentum, the further it is the more difficult to keep the card from slowing.] What is done when, over and over, until I don't truly have to think about it. I just know what to do, when to do it, and how to keep my patients alive.
[After her first solid throw through the middle of the next ring she pauses to rub her wrist and blink at Remy.] ...It never really goes away, I suppose.