001. [location: hospital] Calling Dr. Jones
It had been a few days since her unexpected arrival in El Dorado, and Martha had gone from humanity's last hope, to just another doctor in the field. She wasn't exactly complaining. It wasn't that she didn't love seeing all those people and how they were toughing it out, despite all the odds, but it was nice to have the weight of the world taken off her shoulders. She never wanted to be the world hero -- she just wanted help, to do her job and do it well. Here, in this so called City of Gold, she could do just that. Besides, Jack had told her that it worked out in the end, and that, in her opinion, was a good enough word to base it on.
It was relatively easy to get herself permission to practice in the hospital, surprisingly so in fact, considering she didn't have her degree yet, but apparently the head trusted that she knew what she was doing. She got her white coat, got her rotation, and went to work.
There was something familiar about it in an unfamiliar place and that was comforting. She still wasn't sure exactly what this place wanted with her, or what was in store, but there were things to do and she was going to do them. She made her way down the hallway, looking over the paperwork as she went. There were a lot of injuries from what the collapse had done, and that meant there was plenty of work to do, which was good enough for her.
[I know people are still backtagging the collapse post, but if you want to tag in as a patient, or as just someone around, feel free.]
It was relatively easy to get herself permission to practice in the hospital, surprisingly so in fact, considering she didn't have her degree yet, but apparently the head trusted that she knew what she was doing. She got her white coat, got her rotation, and went to work.
There was something familiar about it in an unfamiliar place and that was comforting. She still wasn't sure exactly what this place wanted with her, or what was in store, but there were things to do and she was going to do them. She made her way down the hallway, looking over the paperwork as she went. There were a lot of injuries from what the collapse had done, and that meant there was plenty of work to do, which was good enough for her.
[I know people are still backtagging the collapse post, but if you want to tag in as a patient, or as just someone around, feel free.]