( when the possibility had first come up, of course rory had wanted to go to medical school to become a doctor. it was not because of amy's raggedy doctor, it was definitely not about amy in the least. being a doctor is a respectable job; that's all. his dad had been pleased.
a few pamphlets later, rory had learned the difference between doctors and nurses and decided he'd rather learn how to take care of people instead. his dad was somewhat less pleased by this, amy seemed benignly apathetic (what's the use of trying to impress someone who doesn't even notice?), and rory had gone through nursing school, gotten good marks, a hospital job, amy's eventual notice, another hospital job in london, and now was a proud and dedicated medical health professional to a vampire.
sometimes rory liked to try and figure out exactly when his life went pear shaped.
he supposes it's universal, really; rummaging through a small pile of medication: glass bottles, indistinct labels, a few without markers at all. not the pear-shaped part, or the vampire part; those are not universal, thanks. but the fact that if you're a nurse, and someone you know gets the flu, everyone assumes you're going to, well, nurse them back to health, just as a matter of course. like people asking doctors to diagnose them at dinner parties. the weird part is probably that he hadn't even stopped to consider before agreeing to keep caroline company.
two likely looking bottles chosen, he heads back over to the sofa. )
I've found two sorts of antibiotics, but I have no idea if they'll even work with your biology.
excuse you where is amy refuses to tag this
a few pamphlets later, rory had learned the difference between doctors and nurses and decided he'd rather learn how to take care of people instead. his dad was somewhat less pleased by this, amy seemed benignly apathetic (what's the use of trying to impress someone who doesn't even notice?), and rory had gone through nursing school, gotten good marks, a hospital job, amy's eventual notice, another hospital job in london, and now was a proud and dedicated medical health professional to a vampire.
sometimes rory liked to try and figure out exactly when his life went pear shaped.
he supposes it's universal, really; rummaging through a small pile of medication: glass bottles, indistinct labels, a few without markers at all. not the pear-shaped part, or the vampire part; those are not universal, thanks. but the fact that if you're a nurse, and someone you know gets the flu, everyone assumes you're going to, well, nurse them back to health, just as a matter of course. like people asking doctors to diagnose them at dinner parties. the weird part is probably that he hadn't even stopped to consider before agreeing to keep caroline company.
two likely looking bottles chosen, he heads back over to the sofa. )
I've found two sorts of antibiotics, but I have no idea if they'll even work with your biology.