In the scrub room, Marla glanced over at the tiny window to the operating room. Simon, already scrubbed and gowned, met her glance and raised an eyebrow. “Late,” he mouthed. She stuck her tongue out and grinned. Slowly, Simon grinned back.
Today’s double-Wetnetting promised to be a doozy. She was glad Simon, the best neural cap aligner, would be her second.