“How many?” Libby asked.
“Approximately ten thousand” the doctor replied, steadying his gaze on Libby's reaction as she slumped back into her seat.
“Ten thousand dead?” Libby repeated without really questioning his answer, rather at the absurdity of such a reality.
“What am I going to do doctor...how do I even cope with this?” Libby asked.
Doc leaned forward and rested his arms on the desk. “I know all of this is shocking, Libby, but brain cells can reproduce themselves. If it were me, I would begin weaning from 'The Real Housewives.'
Libby gasped.
“Approximately ten thousand” the doctor replied, steadying his gaze on Libby's reaction as she slumped back into her seat.
“Ten thousand dead?” Libby repeated without really questioning his answer, rather at the absurdity of such a reality.
“What am I going to do doctor...how do I even cope with this?” Libby asked.
Doc leaned forward and rested his arms on the desk. “I know all of this is shocking, Libby, but brain cells can reproduce themselves. If it were me, I would begin weaning from 'The Real Housewives.'
Libby gasped.
