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Chapter 7: Dressing down

Martha's next task should have been the easiest, but turned out to be most difficult. The removal of the Doctor's clothing.

He looked so uncomfortable lying there in his now rumpled suit. She had long since removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt to expose his chest. She feared his hearts would stop again.

First, she pulled off his red Chucks and blue socks, smiling when she saw his long bare feet remembering the time they spent battling the Judoon and the plasmavore on the moon. She gently stroked the bottom of his foot checking for response. His foot jerked upwards in response to her touches which was a good sign.

Next came his jacket. She gently tried to wake him, nudging his shoulders.

"Doctor, can you hear me?"

No response.

"I'm going to make you feel better okay?"

His eyelids flickered a bit and she swore he was trying to open them to look at her.

"Doctor?" She placed a hand on his cheek and leaned in closer to him. No more response from him and he breathed a heavy sigh barely fogging the oxygen mask that covered his face.

She tugged at his jacket sleeve and pushed his arms through to remove it from him. He was limp and that made it hard for her to lift him and pull at the same time to try to get his clothing off. His shirt was torn in the front where she had injected his hearts earlier so she got out the scissors. It was much easier to cut the shirt off than lift him again. She was sure he at least had another shirt.

He had a little dried blood on the areas where she had inserted the needles to administer the epinephrine to his hearts. She cleaned them off noticing the sparse crop of fine hair on his chest. The light dusting of freckles on his torso added to her amazement of how close to human he really was.

Next, the pants. She really, really, really hoped that he had on underwear. Did Time Lords even wear underwear? She shook herself for thinking such girlish thoughts, damn it she was a Doctor herself, well almost. She took a deep breath and set herself for the task at hand.

As it was, he did have on a pair of light blue silk boxers, white pinstriped. Not the old man type either, the younger, shorter, tighter pair that was so popular nowadays. Why did she think he would wear anything else? Maybe it was because he was 900 years old.

She felt herself blush slightly as she pulled the boxers down from his hips. He was so normal, just like any other man all the bits and pieces in the right places. She didn't know why she would think otherwise after reading the anatomy guide why he would be different. She bit her lip, scoffing herself for thinking otherwise.

Quickly, she pulled a white woven thermal sheet over his legs and tucked it in around his chest. She didn't want him to catch a chill but she didn't want him to be overheated either. He seemed to be resting now, gently breathing. On occasion he would gasp, grunt or breathe out of sync for a while. She could only monitor him now, making sure he was okay. She pulled a stool to his bedside and waited.