"...I don't know, all right?" Rory snapped, ignoring the panic blurring the edges of his vision. "I never said I knew how to fight. I'm a nurse. I help people get better. Sometimes I notice things like 'there are eight coma patients walking around the village when they can't have left the hospital', and I get pictures of them on my phone, and that helps save the world from being incinerated. Or I patch up some poor girl who's been bitten by alien fish vampires, or fight off one of them with a broomstick before he gets his hands on my fiancee. There you go, that - that's a couple of times when I wasn't completely useless. They're not that impressive. I get that. Believe me, I know. But that's me, ordinary Rory, there's your example, and now you can either do something helpful or you can sod off."
Somewhere in the middle of all that, he realised he was shaking.
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Somewhere in the middle of all that, he realised he was shaking.