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Only a few weeks ago he had left nursing because he felt he was meant to do more than save one person at a time. He'd been going through a transition then, powers that he was only beginning to understand starting to manifest. And now Peter was here, on this island, and the powers he had been growing into had left him. Yet Peter still knew he was meant to do many things. He was meant to stop that explosion. He was meant to come here to meet Claire. To meet Hiro. To meet Claude.
Because of his belief in his fate, Peter was on his way to becoming content working as a nurse again. It would take some getting used to, the limited supplies and doctors with various specialties from different times and places. But Peter had always been good at adapting.
After checking briefly on Gwen and Claude, he stopped to look after the Captain, as the dark-haired girl who kept visiting him referred to him as. The Captain's arm and shoulder was slowly improving, though the Captain's temperament was not. When Peter changed his dressings, the man winced and cursed in Chinese before scowling and flinging his good arm over his face. Knowing when to leave well enough alone, as Peter could sense the Captain was restless and wanted to go home, Peter refilled the man's pitcher of water before busying himself with disposing of soiled bandages properly.
[For Gwen, Claude, Claire, any doctors, or anyone popping in the clinic for some reason! I'll be AFK for a few hours, but I'll be tagging away this evening.]
Because of his belief in his fate, Peter was on his way to becoming content working as a nurse again. It would take some getting used to, the limited supplies and doctors with various specialties from different times and places. But Peter had always been good at adapting.
After checking briefly on Gwen and Claude, he stopped to look after the Captain, as the dark-haired girl who kept visiting him referred to him as. The Captain's arm and shoulder was slowly improving, though the Captain's temperament was not. When Peter changed his dressings, the man winced and cursed in Chinese before scowling and flinging his good arm over his face. Knowing when to leave well enough alone, as Peter could sense the Captain was restless and wanted to go home, Peter refilled the man's pitcher of water before busying himself with disposing of soiled bandages properly.
[For Gwen, Claude, Claire, any doctors, or anyone popping in the clinic for some reason! I'll be AFK for a few hours, but I'll be tagging away this evening.]