Doctoring the Doctor
By Sonic Jules
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Previously, in chapter five...
The Doctor looked around. He was in the TARDIS, and if he wasn't mistaken, he was in the Infirmary. Suddenly he sat up. He was definitely in the medical room. Problem was, he didn't remember arriving here.
The blankets fell to his waist and he raised a hand to his chest automatically, feeling the bare skin beneath his fingertips. As he ran his fingers absently over his thorax, he felt something odd and looked down. Bandages. Obviously someone brought him here and taken care of him, and there was only one other person to do that.
The Time Lord jumped off of the examination couch, feeling the cold floor beneath his feet and looked down at himself once more. Well, at least he still wore his boxers. Not that it mattered, however. If he were in need of necessary treatment it wouldn't bother him in the least if he were starkers. His trainers would've been nice, however.
Wrapping one of the blankets around himself like a toga, the Doctor turned, spotting the woman who had obviously taken care of him. Donna was lying on her side on the gurney by the wall. He grinned at the sight of his friend, but the small smile fell when he noticed the blood staining her jeans and blouse, and the contusions peppering her skin.
"Donna?"
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Chapter Six:
Hello!
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A bright flash of golden light blinded the Doctor for a moment, and he blinked several times until he was able to focus again. Even though he'd called to her, Donna hadn't seemed to move. He called her name again - louder this time - ignoring the flashes sporadically happening within his vision.
Walking over to the gurney, the first thing the Time Lord noticed was the swollen haemotoma on Donna's left cheek, very close to her temple. She'd obviously hit her head, and judging from the scrapes and bruises visible to him, he realized that she'd taken quite a fall. Perhaps he did as well. Maybe that's why he awoke in the Infirmary...
Another glint of bright gold surged before his eyes, and the Doctor remembered the rock mountain on Messesta Nine. They'd climbed up the mountainous formation to look at the land and apparently they'd both fallen down somehow.
"Donna," the Time Lord spoke again as he placed a hand on her shoulder and gently shook it. When she didn't respond he automatically reached for his sonic screwdriver, then realized he wasn't wearing his pin striped jacket. That was rather awkward.
Still, he was in the Infirmary with all the equipment he would need to help his companion.
Turning around, he headed toward the other side of the room where the cabinets were. Once there he gathered a few tools, but suddenly stopped. Another spark of gold - brighter than the others before it - appeared within his sight. In his mind he saw the little metallic box that Donna had found, and remembered the dust that had covered them both when he opened it.
Unexpectedly the Time Lord sneezed, and like a magic door opening, he remembered everything. Falling, while hearing Donna's frantic voice calling out to him. Pain - and a lot of it - then darkness when he'd apparently gone unconscious.
Another flash of gold, and he was unconscious again.
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Donna groaned as she began awakening, her entire body sore and stiff. She wanted to keep her eyes closed and return to the peacefulness of unconsciousness, but something kept her mind from going blank. There was some unspecified thing that she had to do - needed to be awake for - and some indeterminate big event that had happened.
She opened her eyes.
Immediately she remembered bringing the Doctor back to the ship and taking care of his wounds as best she could. She needed to check on him. Who knew how long she'd just been lying around?
Sitting herself up a bit awkwardly, Donna finally was able to balance herself and keep her eyes open at the same time. She felt off, but that didn't matter. What mattered now was why the Time Lord wasn't where she'd left him on the gurney.
"Doctor?"
Donna hopped down carefully from the small bed, grunting with her actions. Her knees felt incredibly weak, but she managed to stay upright. If that scrawny little Time Lord had just up and left her, not letting her know he was all right - if he'd gone without so much as saying a word - she was going to punch him, but good!
Walking slowly around the examination couch she was sure she'd left him resting on, Donna gasped when she found the Doctor slumped against the cabinets on the floor. Her own pain forgotten, she was on her knees and beside him instantly.
"Doctor!" She yelled his name, her hands on his shoulders as she shook him roughly. "What're you doin' down here?"
As quickly as she was trying to wake him, Donna suddenly stopped to stare at him. How long had she been sleeping, anyway? All the wounds she'd cleansed on his face were gone. Healed. His skin looked as if it had never been marred.
Reaching beneath the blanket he was wrapped within, Donna found one of the bandages she'd placed over a deep cut near his shoulder. Tentatively, she pulled the tape and cloth away, revealing only a tiny little scratch.
"No bloody way!" she whispered, touching the mark as she leaned in closer.
So engrossed with the little injury she remembered clearly as close to needing stitches, Donna was caught off guard when the Doctor's eyes suddenly opened. She gasped, falling back on her rear in front of him.
"Hello!" he said enthusiastically, smiling at her.
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To be continued...
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