Post by Jason Marx on Jul 27, 2008 7:26:36 GMT -5
A place one could only get to through the underground, a place of peace and silence. Mostly just the silence. It was hard to find peace anywhere in this god forsaken land anyways. It was easy and fast to find the silence here. But on the other hand, it was so silent that the smallest sound would echo and steal it away. Like many other things.
He strolled up the dark stone staircase leading to the aboveground level. And the skies were blue, with cotton candy-like clouds floating on by. As if the world was wonderful. But really... He looked down and at his hands. The back of the left one still had a spec of blood on it that he missed when he tried washing his hands in the ambulance. That time it was a child. He sighed, then coughed. The days only got shorter while feeling longer and never improving one bit. But apparently he was making a difference, apparently he was the different one, tending to both humans infected or not. A life is a life.
That was why he worked with one of the best being publicly known for having open arms for the infected. The doctor who cares more about solving the diagnosis than the patient. Which is good. No kind of conflict of interest. No Sympathy. No trust. No chances. That was Dr.Greg House. Ugh, sometimes Jason really hated the guy, but at the same time he was proud to work with such an excellent doctor. It was just the way he was just so damn sarcastic with every single person and didn't have an ounce of compassion. But.. again... I would trust any judgement he could give, medically.
