theboywhowaited (![]() ![]() @ 2011-10-30 19:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | leonard mccoy, rory williams |
Who: Rory Williams and Leonard McCoy
What: Rory asking for a job
Where: The Clinic/Hospital
When: Late evening
Rating: TBA
Progress: Ongoing
It had been hours since he’d left that girl, Molly. Three, to be exact. Rory sighed, pushing in through the clinic doors. He’d gotten a lot of information at this point. And struggled, quite a bit actually, with the reality of the situation. Even his dependence, his belief in the Doctor was at a faltering point which made him nervous, apprehensive, a little scared, even, not that he’d really say as much out loud. He was still, somehow, determined to get back to Amy though. Regardless of all of it. Back to their life. On the TARDIS, flying through space…One adventure, one situation to the next; not just yet ready to let go. Maybe he never would. 2000 years hadn’t changed that, and honestly would this? Perhaps…really, the biggest aspect of all of it was the Doctor’s reaction. Had he really settled in, just…let go? Even if the Doctor had moved on, he’d keep fighting for it—he had to, he’d fought for 2000 years, what was a few in comparison to that? Rory had to hold onto that belief, but Molly had been right…it did scare him to feel this alone. Still, he’d work through it. If he had to.
And so, here he was. Not yet ready to let go, but also determined to do something, anything at all. He’d research whatever he’d have to, look into whatever he’d have to, as long as it moved him foreword. He might not be a genius, might not be the Doctor, but he’d try his best. And…if he were honest with himself, the fact was, he really needed a distraction in the meantime. His mind was still reeling with the information that had been told to him; still colored but images and desperations of everything he couldn’t process; thoughts of River and Amy and even the Doctor. He’d tried for a while to suppress them, but it hadn’t done a lot of good. Rather impulsively, he’d found himself pushing into the clinic, looking to the front desk and pulling on a good smile.
“Uh. Hi…I’d…like to talk to someone in charge here. Uh…if…that’s alright. I’m a nurse. I mean. I’m new here and…I’ve been trying to be a doctor, so working here would…really help.”