Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or any of the characters in Doctor Who! All I own are a few characters in this story. and the parts of this story that arent in the episode...
"Sage, are you sure you can do this on your own?" My friend/partner, Kate, asked me while adjusting my wire.
"Dude, it's so simple. I go in there, pose as a doctor, 'check' Mr. Bishop's belongings, take the watch, and get out." I replied. I was getting ready for a heist. Usually Kate and I both go on the heist, but this one was so easy, that I could do it alone in under an hour. It was a very simple 'ex-husband stealing jewelry' type that I've done a thousand times, yet Kate is still worried about me. It's weird how common this type of heist is, though...
"Alright, you all set?" Kate asked.
We went over everything a couple times before Kate finally let me leave.
"Good luck!" Kate called as I started to leave.
"Bye!" I waved to Kate and Thomas, my other partner, as I left the building.
I was walking to the hospital down at the end of the street, when suddenly, a man came up to me.
"Like so," The man said, while taking his tie off. "See?"
I stared in confusion as he walked off. I shook it off, then continued my walk to the hospital.
When I got there, I easily slipped through into the locker room. I quickly found a spare white lab coat, and started putting it on. As I was doing that, a woman who looked about my age walked in.
"Oh, hi." The woman smiled, opening up a locker.
"Hello." I said in my fake English accent.
"I don't think I've seen you around here before." The woman took off her jacket, and switched it for a white lab coat.
"Oh, I'm new." I replied, trying to be pretty vague.
"New as a doctor, or new to this hospital?" The woman asked, putting some things in her coat pocket.
"New to the hospital, since I'm not actually a doctor yet." I chuckled. Well, I failed to be vague. Whoops.
"Nor I. My exams are soon; I'm really nervous." She laughed with me.
"I'm sure you'll do great." I encouraged her.
"Thanks. I'm Martha, by th-" She started to say, but was cut off by shocking her hand on the locker door. We shared a look of confusion, as she cautiously touched the door again. Nothing happened that time, so she closed the door and waved it off. "I'm Martha, by the way." She finished.
"I'm Andrea." I told her.
"Nice to meet you." She smiled. "Say, since you're new, you should come with me. Mr. Stoker is getting the students together for a few lessons."
"Sounds good." I said, then followed her out of the locker room.
Martha turned a corner, and I tried to follow, but accidentally bumped into someone in leather, wearing a motorcycle helmet. I tried apologizing, but they just walked off, not even acknowledging me.
I hurried to catch up with Martha; She was just walking up to a man in his sixties, who I assume is Mr. Stoker.
Martha introduced me to him, then we joined the group of other students. Mr. Stoker brought us around from patient to patient, asking us questions about each one, as I tried to look for Bishop.
At one point, we stopped at a sweet old lady called Ms. Finnegan.
"I was alright 'till this morning and then... I don't know, I woke up and felt all dizzy again." Ms. Finnegan said as Mr. Stoker checked her pulse. "It was worse than when I came in."
"Pulse is slightly thready." Mr. Stoker said. "Well, let's see what Britain's finest might suggest. Any ideas, Morganstern?"
"Er, dizziness could be a sign of early onset diabetes." Morganstern answered nervously.
"Hardly early onset, if you'll forgive me, Ms. Finnegan." Mr. Stoker said. "Any more ideas? Swales?"
"Um... Could recommend a CT scan." Swales suggested.
"And spend all our money? Jones?" Mr. Stoker turned to Martha.
"We could take bloods and check for Meniere's disease." Martha said.
"Or we could simply ask the patient. What did you have for dinner last night?" Mr. Stoker asked Ms. Finnegan.
"I had salad." Ms. Finnegan answered.
"And, the night before?"
"Salad, again."
"And salad every night for the past week, contrary to my instructions." Mr. Stoker looked around at the students. "A salt deficiency, that's all. Simple, honest salt."
Mr. Stoker started ranting on about salt as we walked to a different wing in the hospital. He sure likes to teach...
As we were walking, I saw that leather clad person again. Suddenly, another person in the exact same outfit came out of the elevator, and they both started walking to the hospital wing we were just at. I found it really strange, but just kept waking.
Mr. Stoker led the group to a man with brown, kind of spiked up hair. It was pretty cool. Wait, this is the guy who ran up to me and took off his tie earlier...
"Now then, Mr. Smith, a very good morning to you. How are you today?" Mr. Stoker asked him.
"Oh, not so bad. Still a bit, you know, bleh." Mr. Smith said while making a face.
"John Smith, admitted yesterday with severe abdominal pains." Mr. Stoker explained to the students. John Smith? Okay, this guy's hiding something.
"Brooks, was it?" Mr. Stoker turned to me. I nodded. "Why don't you see what you can find? Amaze me."
Oh, dear... I walked over to the side of Mr. Smith's bed with a stethoscope.
"You probably shouldn't run around outside if you've got abdominal pains, then, eh?" I said to Mr. Smith. He looked a little confused.
"Sorry?" He questioned.
"Earlier this morning, you came up to me and took off your tie." I told him.
"Really? What'd I do that for?"
"You don't remember?"
"Well, it wasn't me. I was here in bed, ask the nurses."
"But..."
"As time passes and I grow ever more infirm and weary, Ms. Brooks." Mr. Stoker suddenly said.
"Sorry." I put the stethoscope in my ears, then put it up to the left side of Mr. Smith's chest. I heard a normal heartbeat, or at least what I thought was a normal heartbeat. I have no idea, I'm not a doctor... But then I realised I was hearing something else, that I knew wasn't normal. I was hearing an additional heartbeat.
My eyes widened a little, and Smith gave a tiny smile. I moved the stethoscope to the right side of his chest to confirm, and there it was. Two heartbeats. Two hearts. Smith winked at me. Okay, something's definitely up with this guy.
"I weep for future generations. Are you having trouble locating the heart, Ms. Brooks?" Mr. Stoker asked.
"No... Um, ch-chest pains?" I said, not really knowing what I was talking about.
"That is a symptom, not a diagnosis. And you rather failed basic techniques by not consulting first with the patient's chart." Mr. Stoker explained while picking up the clipboard on the bed. When he touched the metal part, though, it shocked him, making him drop it on the bed.
"That happened to me this morning." Martha said.
"I had the same thing on the door handle." Morganstern chimed in.
"And me, in the lift." Swales added.
"Well, it's only to be expected." Mr. Stoker picked the chart up to hang it back on the bed frame. "There's a thunder storm moving in, and lightning is a form of static electricity. As was first proven by... Anyone?"
"Benjamin Franklin!" Smith spoke up.
"Correct." Mr. Stoker said hesitantly.
"My mate Ben, that was a day and a half. I got rope burns off that kite. And then I got soaked." Smith said, earning him a few weird looks.
"Quite." Mr. Stoker chuckled nervously.
"And then I got electrocuted!" Smith finished.
"Moving on." Mr. Stoker started leading us elsewhere. "I think perhaps a visit from psychiatric." He said to another doctor.
I looked back at Smith, to see he had a big grin on his face. That guy is weird... I gotta stop worrying about him, and focus on the reason I'm here. Bishop. Bishop, Bishop, Bishop.