Chapter Three
You take a quick examination of The Doctor's apparent injuries; your medical knowledge at the forefront of your mind. Although he is covered from head to boots in mud you instantly made out the blood, stark red against the brown mud. You pray to whoever would listen that it wasn't all his blood and swallow the bile that rose at the sight. Other than the blood you can only spot his left ankles awkward position and the rather large bump forming just above his left ear. Clara creeps behind you and gently taps your shoulder, making you jump. She asks if there is anything she can do to help in a deceptively strong voice, you ask her to grab a blanket and emergency med kit then get back quick as she can. She nods and runs to the tent, you sigh and take The Doctor's double pulse, greatly relieved at the steady TH-THUMP, TH-THUMP that greets you; at least his hearts are beating. Clara is back within seconds, bearing a thermal blanket and your 'bigger on the inside' med kit. You get to work immediately, slipping the heavy blanket under The Doctor's prone body and stuffing your thick jacket under his head. He groans and stirs feebly, blinking into the waning sunlight. His hazel eyes are unfocused and he looks like he's on the verge of passing out again. Clara tenderly brushes a few wayward strands of hair from his face. He shifts his gaze to her, his expression confused and a bit frightened. Clara smiles reassuringly and leans back, allowing you to examine him. You retrieve a portable scanner from the med kit and run it above his body, watching the complicated readout intently before sighing and returning it to its case. It's just as you suspected, he has a concussion and a badly sprained ankle. You tell Clara your findings and ask her to help you carry him back to the tent. She agrees and you carefully lift him from the ground, making certain not to jostle his injured ankle.