inevitable

"I… I have work to do"

"Of course... I'll leave you to it."

"Sweetheart, that word has much less of an affectionate connotation than you assume it does. However saying that I may not attack you because you’re a young woman insinuates that I’m sexist, and well, that just won’t do."

"Then stop using it. Using the affectionate terms insinuates that you are even more sexist, in my opinion."

Nah, probably no ponies for you. But…I don’t know, all the stories I’ve heard about little girls are about little girls who grew up in an entirely different world. Guess little girls today grow up hoping for guns and medical supplies. 

Nope. No... ponies. Yeah, I've heard the stories. I know people who've had the luxuries of that before. It's an accurate point.

"You really wanna test me on that, darling?"

"Well, judging on your use of "darling," I don't think you'd do such a thing, especially to a young woman like me. So... yes, I am testing you on that."

"You sure? You don't have to get the needle today if you don't want to."

"That’s a horrible name. Fine — not arguing. I already got a lecture from you today, I don’t want to be in for another round."

"Well, it'll be your name from now on until you learn how to grow up. Trust me, you're going to get more down the road if you keep it up."

"I don’t care. I don’t want you to do it and I don’t need you to. Stop trying to be him because he doesn’t need replacing."

"Nothing at all. You’re delusional. See, this is why you separate business and pleasure. No drinking while on the job."

"I'm not delusional. I heard you... mentioning the door being locked. I'm not that drunk. My shift's over. I'm free to drink all I want."

"You think I can’t smell the alcohol on you? Go lay down, Rylee."

"Not until you tell me what you're hiding, Gabriel."

"You’re obviously sloshed out of your mind."

"I'm not sloshed. Am I sloshed? No... Pray tell, what gives away my supposed sloshiness?"

"No, no, of course I don’t mind. Though, I didn’t realize your night-time trip was so important, so I’m sorry for assuming the worst. But yeah, sure — lead the way."

"Thank you. It is. She's in a bit of critical condition so it's important I get her medication to her. All is forgiven. It's your job, after all." She begins to make her way to first aid ward, looking to him to make sure he was following. 

"I don’t care about your promises, if promises were worth anything he’d be here and not you. I don’t need you telling me what to do so you can feel like you’re being the righteous hero."

Hi?

Aw, c’mon, you’re telling me no little girl aspiring to be in the medical profession ever wanted an ambulance for her birthday instead of a pony or something?

Maybe it's because I didn't aspire to be here in the first place. Besides, I grew up in this apocalypse, you honestly think I'll wish for a pony at an age like this?

Exactly, and it’s all a suffocating process.

I know what you mean. Most of the people I talk to are too uniterested in what I usually have to say. Talking about medicine is quite tiring enough.