haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer (for mustfixpeople)

Princeton-Plainsborough. If you asked her, it sounded more like a really posh double-last name, probably with tennis rackets and skorts, but nobody did ask her, which was just as well, given that she wasn't technically supposed to be here.

At least, not wearing a white coat and masquerading as a medical doctor. She'd gotten a call from Torchwood that they were tracking some sort of dangerous, sick alien that would more than likely kill anyone within a million-mile radius with its dying breath, and Gwen and her team were searching thsee other hospitals and would she mind searching this one in America?

Honestly. As if she was Torchwood's errand girl. Still, she'd be hard-pressed to decline. Which lead to standing in some poor bloke's hospital room, trying to read his bloody chart. Unfortunately, the TARDIS didn't do Medical-to-English translations.