There were moments that any doctor, no matter how much they loved the job, hated. It wasn't the lack of sleep, it wasn't the lack of a social life, it wasn't the long surgeries or stubborn patients. The worst part for George, above anything else, was giving a patient bad news.
Worse even when he liked the patient.
Add to that the inability to do anything to treat it on the island, and George had been dreading seeing Sarah again. He knew she was avoiding the clinic even though her results had been long done, and he couldn't blame her; it was for the same reason that he hadn't gone searching her out.
His stomach fell when she finally came to find him in the clinic, but George did his best to keep it off his face. He was out of practice, and wasn't sure how to tell Sarah Connor that a terminator was right and she did have cancer.
"Of course," he said, immediately turning around to go find her chart. With it in hand, he gave her a smile, and gestured to the door of what he was starting to consider their room. "Come on."
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Worse even when he liked the patient.
Add to that the inability to do anything to treat it on the island, and George had been dreading seeing Sarah again. He knew she was avoiding the clinic even though her results had been long done, and he couldn't blame her; it was for the same reason that he hadn't gone searching her out.
His stomach fell when she finally came to find him in the clinic, but George did his best to keep it off his face. He was out of practice, and wasn't sure how to tell Sarah Connor that a terminator was right and she did have cancer.
"Of course," he said, immediately turning around to go find her chart. With it in hand, he gave her a smile, and gestured to the door of what he was starting to consider their room. "Come on."