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maybe we should burn the house down
Weirdly, despite the fact that I got a good result on the RFA, I feel more reassured about my progress in the course by the fact that I totally aced today's mock-OSCE (Objective Structured Clinical Examination) on vital signs and infection control. It's one thing to have a piece of paper tell you that you're good at memorising facts, it's another to walk into a room, pull out your stethoscope, and assess someone for postural hypotension with complete confidence that you know your shit.
Right now I have reading and research to do, but consider this a statement of intent:
Right now I have reading and research to do, but consider this a statement of intent:
Tony opened his mouth and realised that there was just no good way to tell your best friend that your semi-sentient housekeeping software and your personal assistant were bullying you with warm blankets and soup. Besides, Jarvis would hear it all anyway, and then be politely sarcastic at him about it for days.
"Well," he stalled. "I mean -- oh, that's the CIA on the other line, talk to you later buddy alright?"
He slammed the phone shut and spent some time staring at it, half expecting it to leap out of his hand and beat him around the head for being such a colossal dumbass. After a couple of minutes, he turned it off.
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Um there is not a whole lot to this fic yet. I don't think it has (or will ever have) a plot.
"All -- fuckow -- all fine. Seriously. I'm a superhero, you know."
"Ugh, it's going to bruise." She winced in sympathy, and her fingertips were sliding over the hypersensitive skin of his foot and it was making his head a bit fuzzy, like he wasn't sure if he was going to sob with pain or develop an extremely ill-timed hard-on, but that was Pepper for you.
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ALSDJFLASKDJ I LOVE YR FIC!
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*now has three IM icons, all keyworded in a way that reaches ridiculous new levels of geek*