A/N: I don't feel like I am really that good at writing fight scenes. I feel that fighting scenes are not exactly easy to write and probably are one of the hardest things to describe in detail. I hope I managed something passively decent. Please R/R.
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Chapter Seven: The Two Sides of Martha Jones
Martha looked at Mr. Wilden as the three Kai'cha were slowly circling around them. "Mr. Wilden, not like I do this on a regular basis but any ideas…"
He sighed, "Well I can tell you, try and stay away from their tails. They might look harmless but they can squeeze the life out of a person. And their claws, I don't think I have to tell you how sharp they are."
"Oh yea, that's helpful. Anything else."
Mr. Wilden shrugged and he lifted his chair and began to swat violently at his attackers. This only seemed to aggravate them further and they clawed at him with their razor sharp claws.
Martha meanwhile tried to do her best to keep the lizards off Mr. Wilden. After all he had done his best to keep her out of the fight. But he had been drinking, and she knew that his fighting skills would more than likely be impaired. She managed to scratch one of the lizards across the eyelid with her broken bottle. However, when that happened she ended up getting clawed on her arm. It hurt terribly but she held onto her bottle end. She couldn't afford to drop it; if she did then she might as well consider the fight over and done with. She was still trying to think of something.
"Wait a minute. Aren't the Kai'cha reptiles?"
"Yea…" Mr. Wilden sent one of the Kai'cha sprawling with the chair. But it didn't help that he got a nasty claw mark across his chest and he gritted his teeth, in obvious pain.
"Reptiles, aren't they cold blooded?"
"Yes."
Martha's eyes lit up, "Then we need to get something to slow them down."
Her bottle ended up cutting something on one of her attackers, but she didn't see much as a Kai'cha tail wrapped itself around her legs and sent her sprawling to the ground.
Hissing filled the air and Martha cringed as the lizard proceeded to leap on top of her for the kill. Martha with as much effort as she could bear leaned into her attacker and forced the bottle into her opponent's body. Martha cringed as she felt blood on her hands. A shriek was heard from her opponent and the lizard dropped dead right on top of her. One down, two more to go. At least the odds are a little bit better, Martha thought.
She pushed the dead reptile off of her and retrieved her bottle that was stained with blackish looking blood. She looked at Mr. Wilden. The two other lizards were ganging up on him, slashing at him madly with their claws. She hastily crawled over the pub table looking for something that might help. She dug up what appeared to be a fire extinguisher from underneath the table. She wasn't precisely sure if that was what it was, but she aimed it and sprayed it at the two lizards.
They let out a screeching howl, but it didn't give appear to slow them down a great deal as they kept advancing on Mr. Wilden. He abruptly dropped his chair as one of their lizard opponents clawed him in the stomach. He paled as blood came flowing from his abdomen. Martha cringed, that cut looked deep. But she took aim with the extinguisher and sprayed the Kai'cha again. She couldn't afford to stop this time and she managed to get closer and spray them more and more. The spray was cold and the two Kai'cha unexpectedly collapsed from the freezing blast of the extinguisher. Martha emptied the container and she sighed, "Ice… I need ice." She looked around to see if anyone else was at the pub, but everyone had run off more than likely scared or frightened of the consequences of getting involved. She ran off and looked in the supplies room and grabbed up two bags of ice. She came back into the room, opened them and poured them over the Kai'cha. "There that should keep them incapacitated for awhile, I hope."
She turned back to Mr. Wilden. His skin was pale and felt clammy to the touch. In Martha's opinion, he didn't look too good. She quickly took off her jacket and ripped part of her blouse and pressed it against his stomach. "Mr. Wilden, are you alright?"
"Am I?"
Martha sighed, "I need to get you back to the TARDIS."
"No, Martha. Leave me. I am dying."
Martha frowned, "I am a doctor, well not exactly, but I'll be the judge of that."
He smiled lightly, "A doctor…"
"See if you can get up."
He groaned as he stood. "I don't even know if I can walk."
Martha sighed she doubted she could carry him; he was too heavy, "Lean on me Mr. Wilden. You're going to be alright. I'll take you to a hospital."
Mr. Wilden shook his head, "No…she'll find out that I am there and send someone to finish me off there."
Martha sighed, there was only one other place to take him. "Alright, I'll have to take you back to the TARDIS."
He leaned against her and they began a slow walk back to the TARDIS. She could feel his blood seeping out and onto her hands. She had to hurry, if she didn't she knew that Mr. Wilden was as good as dead. She pressed her hands hard into his wound hoping to keep the blood from flowing anymore.
But she had to take one of her hands away from his wound, as she fumbled around for the key and she opened the door to the TARDIS. "Come on Mr. Wilden just a few more steps."
He looked around, "It's….it's bigger on the inside…."
Martha smiled, "Yea, if we find the Doctor, I'll let him explain it to you himself."
The TARDIS let out a grumble. Martha said resolutely, "He's hurt, you want me to leave him to die on the sidewalk."
The TARDIS was silent and she managed to get Mr. Wilden into the TARDIS medical. She grabbed up supplies and began to bandage up his wounds. She couldn't worry about infection right at the moment, although she knew that could be a problem later, she would have to stop the bleeding quickly.
"Mr. Wilden."
No answer. She suddenly took her hand and slapped him across the face. He jolted back awake, "Don't go to sleep on me, Mr. Wilden. You do that, and you might not wake up ever again."
He sighed tiredly, "I'll try…."
"It's all I ask."
Martha dug around and found some IV'S and various treatments for emergencies. She hooked Mr. Wilden up to an IV She gave a sigh of relief. Although the TARDIS medical was now a mess with all those treatments she was looking for on the floor, on beds, and on tables. She had done all she could, now all she could do was wait.
Her arm was throbbing and she looked down and saw the claw mark on her arm, she had been so worried for Mr. Wilden, she had forgotten her own wound. But now that she was finished tending to his wound, she began to treat her own injury. She carefully put some salve on it and bandaged it up. She desperately wanted to go after the Doctor, but she couldn't leave Mr. Wilden. So she sat down next to Mr. Wilden and she waited.