Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,
It was an interesting way to put it, but it worked as well as any other description. "You don't think medicine is all about helping people?" he asked, because that's where everyone normally went. Admittedly, he was also trying to figure out exactly what she thought he did.
The restlessness fading away was actually palpable in her, even though he didn't notice it until it was gone, and he resisted the urge to help her still without having it be so intellectual.
In the end, he stood without explanation, and he held out a hand for her to stay where she was. He was gone a good ten minutes, and when he returned, it was with a book in his hand: The Photography of Henri Cartier - Bresson.
He handed her the book. It was an offering, something he felt something for - whether approbation or hatred was unknown, and something to keep her from being artificially still. A distraction.