John Watson internationally smuggles tea (imhisblogger) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-10-22 12:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | john watson, martha jones |
Who:John Watson and Martha Jones
What:John goes to see a doctor.
When:Tonight-late shift
Where:Complex medbay
Warnings:TBA
John was actually a little nervous. The last time he'd gone to see a doctor, things hadn't ended so well for him. Of course that doctor was also a therapist. Paid by the session. Probably over worked and under paid, but that didn't excuse the fact that she'd sold him out to Sherlock's brother Mycroft. Rolled over for a paycheck, or possibly a prime spot in the British government. Mycroft ran the government, he could do things like that. John had to remind himself that there was no Mycroft Holmes here. Nobody was playing Martha Jones like a puppet as far as he was aware. Except maybe Rose, but if she interfered it was because she cared wasn't it? John wasn't sure what she felt anymore. She'd gone off to London with that Doctor and pointedly didn't tell him. The Doctor himself had invited John along, but he didn't feel comfortable accepting it if Rose hadn't asked him. What even was going on anymore?
He wasn't sure he wanted to find out. He'd already been through enough pain lately. Was more really worth it? It was Rose, he fancied her but if this bloke was an exact replica of her Ten then who was he to stand in the way of that? If he tried to keep her she would just become resentful anyways. He ran a hand through sandy blond hair as he nudged open the door to the medbay and stepped inside. His eyes darted around, searching for the interns milling about or traces of other doctors. He didn't see anyone. "Dr. Jones?" He said as he rubbed his neck awkwardly. The medbay made him uncomfortable anymore, but he needed to see someone. He knew that.
Even if she didn't give him the prescription he required he had to see her before he lost his mind all together. Sherlock had helped his limp so at the very least he didn't limp into the medbay. Much to his dismay the new Holmes was able to help him too. He wasn't sure what to make of that. Maybe he was thinking too hard on it and ought to just enjoy it as he'd been told. He honestly didn't know. Everything felt so confusing he was just close to shutting down again. A life without emotion had to be better then being torn to shreds by it. Luke had told him the risks and at this point he was considering them.