Sarah Connor (
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.
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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“How are you feeling?” Rory asks before he’s even to her side. “You’re standing,” he observes. “That’s.. good. That's a good sign.”
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"But they're not here right now. You are." He takes note of how she's cradling her wrist with a considering press of his lips. Nodding towards the open door of the clinic, he directs her towards a seat. "Let's take a look at your arm, yeah?"
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"Looks like a straight-forward break," he determines. "And like you or someone else has already reset it." He glances up from his examination of her arm, a question in his eyes that he doesn't voice. Most people don't do that. Most people go sobbing for a doctor because a break hurts too much or because they don't have enough medical knowledge to reset it properly. Rory already had the impression that Sarah is tough; now he thinks maybe he underestimated her a little.
"We'll put a splint on it and you should be fine. As long as you don't overwork it." There's a mild warning in his voice, but Rory's not one for intimidation. "How's the rest of you? Any particularly painful areas?" he asks as he starts to check over the bruises he can see.
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She knows that a full physical is coming due anytime, which means he'll see the scars. It's always only a matter of time.
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"You're going to need to do a full exam, at some point. It's easier to explain if you see the scars."
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It would be easiest if she just told him what was going on, but Rory had better bedside manner than that. Sometimes patients have their own way of telling you things. Playing along was a kind of listening. "Alright," he says with a single nod and moves to shut the door so that they have a little privacy. "Show me?"
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The scars are on display now. The knife wound in her left shoulder from Cromartie, the bullet wound in her thigh from the factory, the long and ugly scar from her c-section in the jungle, the various grazes from bullets and bruises that won't fully go away. They're all there and they always will be.
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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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She lets her fingers drift to her stomach, tracing the jagged scar all the way up. "This one, though. This is from the birth."
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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?"
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