Combeferre nodded eagerly, eyes sharp as he watched the doctors examine the images. He had to resist approaching to speak with them; even in medical school, he had too often interrupted a lecture with questions, or attempted to direct the discussion in a dissection room to something more substantive than anatomy. Perhaps he would have an opportunity, some other time, to learn all these men (and women!) had to teach.
"I must return to school." With a shake of his head and a small laugh, Combeferre realized he had spoken aloud. But he had spoken from the heart, too - for all his misgivings, the tour had solidified in him his wish to return to this world.
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Date: 2013-10-20 08:42 pm (UTC)"I must return to school." With a shake of his head and a small laugh, Combeferre realized he had spoken aloud. But he had spoken from the heart, too - for all his misgivings, the tour had solidified in him his wish to return to this world.