InsaneJournal

Simon honestly felt his hand was a little forced. If he'd had more time, he wouldn't have decided the way he had, but the honest truth of the matter was that he needed a job. He'd just deal with big hospital politics until more doors were open for him. Besides, it might not be the nightmare he was envisioning. He might be able to talk logic into some of the doctors, to explain why what they were doing was doing more long-term harm to their patients than helping them.

He'd do his best. It was all he could do.

Funnily enough, he foresaw lots of frustration and several fruitless battles in his future. Oh well. He could do the most good at the bigger hospital, so for now, Metropolitan General was his place of employment.

He'd also managed to get an apartment. It was a little thing, but after living on Serenity, it wasn't as though he needed a mansion. He was accustomed to living in a small bunk; the apartment was a few times larger than that, complete with kitchenette and shower. What more could he possibly ask for?

In time, he thought he'd manage to save up enough to move into a larger place. A nicer place. For now though, this would do. It would have to do; his options were severely limited. But then, he was no stranger to making do on practically nothing.

Still, the quiet of the single room apartment was getting to him. So he gathered up the hospital's manual and a few of the texts he hadn't gone through yet and carted them off to the diner on the corner. It was nice to just be around people, and sometimes that wound him with some very interesting conversation ... which he wouldn't mind, either.