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tampered2009-05-01 07:59 pm
as_damaged) wrote in tampered2009-05-01 07:59 pm
complete
When; backdated to Apr. 30(?)
Rating; PG? iunno~ :/
Characters; Allison Cameron [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
as_damaged], Ishaiah [priorcommitment]
Summary; we now interrupt your regularly scheduled Black Ick investigation for a little face~confusion awkwardness.
Log;
Alien plagues she could deal with. That fact surprised her, a little; but really, it wasn't so different from her job at home. More a matter of treatment than diagnosis, maybe-- trying to translate the disease into comprehensible terms, in order to understand how they could cure it. It was almost comforting, the familiarity of it. Tests to run, questions to answer.
Cameron didn't mind the more mundane cases she tended to deal with here to pass the time; she'd never minded clinic duty, deriving some satisfaction from interacting with patients, making their lives better on a small scale. But she did enjoy working for Dr. House, along with all the attendant duties and criminal activities. Breaking into houses and taking long shots. Doing whatever it took. It was generally unethical and frequently unpleasant, and she missed it, a little.
She was nearly ready to get started-- taking no chances with contamination, Cameron had suited up, and made sure everyone in the building knew not to barge in. The sample of infected tissue with its unnatural discharge awaited.
Rating; PG? iunno~ :/
Characters; Allison Cameron [
as_damaged], Ishaiah [priorcommitment]Summary; we now interrupt your regularly scheduled Black Ick investigation for a little face~confusion awkwardness.
Log;
Alien plagues she could deal with. That fact surprised her, a little; but really, it wasn't so different from her job at home. More a matter of treatment than diagnosis, maybe-- trying to translate the disease into comprehensible terms, in order to understand how they could cure it. It was almost comforting, the familiarity of it. Tests to run, questions to answer.
Cameron didn't mind the more mundane cases she tended to deal with here to pass the time; she'd never minded clinic duty, deriving some satisfaction from interacting with patients, making their lives better on a small scale. But she did enjoy working for Dr. House, along with all the attendant duties and criminal activities. Breaking into houses and taking long shots. Doing whatever it took. It was generally unethical and frequently unpleasant, and she missed it, a little.
She was nearly ready to get started-- taking no chances with contamination, Cameron had suited up, and made sure everyone in the building knew not to barge in. The sample of infected tissue with its unnatural discharge awaited.