There comes a certain time in every mans life when he decides that he needs a little something more to do. Since certain happenings of a radioactive nature, and
trying to keep the rest of the castle safe from Sylar,
only to end up with a pole through his head, Peter wanted something else. Something normal. Something that wasn't running around
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Grabbing a chair and dragging it over next to the other patient Carla had said needed checking, Peter sat down and started taking his vitals. The poor guy looked like he was having fever dreams, and for a moment Peter really wished he'd picked up something useful, like the ability to heal other people. That would go a lot further towards saving the world than anything else he could do.
He should probably answer Carla's question about the 'break', but Peter really just wanted to shove a lot of what had happened recently under the rug. It was diversion time ( ... )
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"She must really be dedicated to her work, if she can talk at length about it," Peter commented, trying to go with the optimist route. He didn't know if it would last after being treated to said lecture, though.
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And learning a lot was always a good thing, especially when it would go a long way with helping people here. Taking the needle from Carla with a nod, Peter started attending the next patient - the bearded old man - going through the motions of trying the tourniquet and injecting the potion in a practiced move.
"So, ten years," Peter spoke up while untying the tourniquet, looking curiously at Carla. "Were there ever times when you just wanted to give up? I mean... I love this job, but I can't help but think I'll start hating people after a few years," he grinned ruefully. "How do you do it?"
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