I'm a loner Dottie. A rebel.

i thought this was fake but it’s not

here’s the sawbones episode about him

-he was very concerned with protecting poor people, women and people of color, aka all the people most of upper class british society at the time cared the least about. he worked to reform prisons and hospitals in south africa at risk to his own career, and also improved the conditions under which poor enlisted british soldiers and their families lived

-he was kind of a known hothead. he was rumored to have fought at least one duel (probably not true though). florence nightingale hated him even though they had similar ideas about medicine because they had such a clash of personalities in the brief time they worked together

-he was a vegetarian and took a goat with him on sea voyages so he could always have fresh milk

-even though he had an abrasive personality and made a lot of enemies, his patients, especially the women, really loved him because they felt like he knew what he was doing and actually cared about their health

-he died poor because the british army ripped him off >:/

My personal favourite Dr Barry stories are:

He once rode up to Florence Nightingale and proceeded to yell at her, while quite literally on his high horse

He did fight in duels- in one case he shot a guy’s hat off his head, and in another he got injured and treated his own wounds

We walk down a secluded hallway towards the main hall. As I go to turn the corner he grabs my hand, stopping me.

“Come on, we’ve got to get back before they notice we’re gone” I whisper.

Instead, he backs me up against the wall placing his hand over me, blocking me from moving away. He leans his face in towards mine as his free hand trails up my thigh. A soft involuntary moan escapes me.

“Are you sure?” He asks, the look in his eyes almost dangerous.