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Although he'd finally gotten nearly an entire night's sleep, Nicholas still felt exhausted as he hauled himself into the clinic for his Monday morning shift. The past few days had been complete, unmitigated madness, and although his body had recovered, the emotional and mental stress was beginning to wear.
There had been Daleks in the clinic. Daleks. Right out of a bloody Doctor Who episode, and even once they were gone, there was the mess they'd left to clean up. Paige had tried to rip her skin off in some sort of manic fit, and that Peter bloke had turned up bloody and without a single memory of who he was. It was like a month's worth of war had been crammed into a day when people were supposed to be celebrating and eating too many sweets.
Nicholas damned himself for becoming complacent, for thinking that the only death he'd have to deal with anymore would be of the natural variety.
Sighing, he reached for the stack of charts and began reviewing the status of their current patients.
There had been Daleks in the clinic. Daleks. Right out of a bloody Doctor Who episode, and even once they were gone, there was the mess they'd left to clean up. Paige had tried to rip her skin off in some sort of manic fit, and that Peter bloke had turned up bloody and without a single memory of who he was. It was like a month's worth of war had been crammed into a day when people were supposed to be celebrating and eating too many sweets.
Nicholas damned himself for becoming complacent, for thinking that the only death he'd have to deal with anymore would be of the natural variety.
Sighing, he reached for the stack of charts and began reviewing the status of their current patients.