Changing Fortunes || John and Rory
"Time keeps passing," John said with a bit of a sigh. "How annoying. It makes all the rules and none of us are allowed to object." He tilted his head back for a few moments more, letting the wind and sun play across his face for a few moments more. It really was quite a lovely day.
"The shutting-down-the-hospital was one incident,” he added. “And it was quite the gross overreaction to me simply not being in bed. And not answering any calls.” Of course, he had also been hiding in the supply closet of an unused part of the hospital after Doctor Jones had first told him that he’d had to be admitted. Eventually she’d found him, hit him and sat with him for an hour before taking him to the ward.
"—Nonetheless, you’re right, we should probably go. She’ll be ever so cross with me again, and that is never fun. This is a technicality, you know," he added with a grin. "Nothing more. I’ve signed the forms and started packing my bags. I’ll stay for the scans so Doctor Jones can rest easy, but them I am gone. No offense to you, none in the world, but I am headed for brighter days.”
Gross overreaction or not, Doctor Jones still had that power. And she would still be quick to blame Rory if it happened again. Not that it was his fault last time. Not really. He hadn't lied to her about where John was — he'd simply refrained from telling the truth.
"A technicality. She won't like that. I think, secretly, she's grown rather fond of you." They all had, really. Everyone liked John, with his eclectic dress sense and odd conversations. "Don't tell her I said that, though, she'll never forgive me if she finds out I've said she'll miss you."
No one would miss him more than Rory, though. Rory was the one to bring his food each day, to drag him out of bed on his bad days and remind him to just rest on his good days.
"None taken. I'll be glad to see the back of you, John, it'll mean I've done my job."
