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Sarah Connor ([personal profile] knowthyexits) wrote2011-07-26 10:45 pm
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It's difficult to avoid the clinic when she has a doctor at her disposal and she needs to verify that her treatment hasn't gone on a collision course to nowhere. She's made her appointment and is now hovering around the clinic as she waits for Rory to get in, her head bent low. She's treated her wrist by herself, patched up the wounds as best as she can, but it's not her physical being that she's concerned about.

An entire restaurant's worth of people heard her being called Sarah Connor.

There's not much wiggle room when it comes to escaping that accusation. She might as well abandon her alias, at this point, because her worst fears have come to pass and there's nowhere that she can run. She could go to the second island, but she needs to treat the cancer and it's difficult to do that, there. It's terrifying, but there's a chance that Sarah may need to suck it up, face her fears, and simply live as the woman she actually is.

She adjusts her hold on her forearm, deciding to leave that particularly delightful existential crisis for later, when she's not waiting for the ramifications of the attack to come falling down around her ears.
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[personal profile] boy_who_waited 2011-08-05 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
Good doctors -- good medical professionals -- Rory has learned over time -- are not the ones who don't let things affect them. Rory figures you have to be affected, concerned, otherwise you're not doing your job. The job isn't just to heal, it's to make things better.

But the thing is: Pity rarely makes things better. So when he does look at Sarah's scars, he doesn't let the way they hurt him show on his face. He can't fix these scars, or the deeper ones, with medicine. "How'd you get these?" he asks.
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[personal profile] boy_who_waited 2011-08-07 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Something?" Rory repeats, guessing the pronoun choice is important. "Not someone?"

He looks over her scars with this knowledge in mind. They -- whoever they is -- haven't succeeded yet, but it doesn't look like it's from lack of serious trying. "Any lasting damage?" he asks, trying to focus on what he can actual change, help. "Or just scars?"