Chapter 8: Deep Treatment
The TARDIS passengers prepared themselves for the Doctor's procedure.
The humans both scrubbed up in the med bay basin, santising right up to their elbows. Rose had changed into to smaller size of matching scrubs, as what Jack wore.
The Doctor had gone through how to use the gas feed, that would put him to sleep. Jack was to then take it away and only give him more if it looked like he was going to wake up. It was important the Doctor wasn't dosed with too much, so he wasn't taken too low, which could cause all sorts of problems. There was the potential for his bypass to take over, so he didn't breathe the gas in at all. He didn't think this particular gas would trigger that response too quickly though, especially for just a minor procedure. They made sure all the necessary equipment was at hand if anything did go wrong though. The ex-Time Agency field medic was trained to deal with basic things such as respiratory suppression, or if his hearts were to stop. In the case of accidental overdose, or adverse reaction, there was an antidote on hand.
The bed had been stripped, and narrowed, around the Time Lord, for the minor exploratory operation, that turned out to be quite a big deal. They didn't want to risk moving him too much. The Doctor was laid on his side by the Captain. His uppermost leg was bent higher than the other, to make for an easier entry. The position wasn't quite as uncomfortable for him, now he'd received the pain killers. The ice treatments were packed around him, in an attempt to keep his temperature safely down. The fluid/nutrition IV was still going into him and that would assist too. It was working to some extent, but he remained fevered.
Jack needed to make sure the Doctor's bottom was prepared. He snapped on some rubber gloves, before putting his hands on the bare pale ass, rubbing and squeezing the cheeks. The Doctor grumbled but let Jack continue, somewhat understanding the necessity. The Captain pushed and palpitated the fine flesh with his hands, then gave each side a slap, checking for tension in the muscles. These weren't exactly the circumstances in which he had so often imagined handling the Time Lord's bum, but he'd take what he could get. It just hurt him that there was an undertone of stomach-flipping worry to the situation.
After applying gel to one of his latex clad fingers, he opened the Galifreyan and stuck his thick digit inside. The Doctor's asshole still seemed pretty slack, from the sedative prior to the insertion of the speculum. He needed to be sure though. They didn't need his natural responses interfering with the endoscopy.
"Can you squeeze for me, Doc? Hard as you like?" The Doctor grimaced as he endeavored to tighten his muscles around the immortal's rubberized finger. "Tighter, come on?" The Doctor tried, but it didn't feel like he was doing anything. He didn't even realise he was groaning with the effort, until Jack spoke again. "Alright. Don't strain yourself. You're still very loose there. There is some resistance though, so I'm going to give you just a small top up of the relaxant."
From his supplies, Jack took an alcohol swab and a small needle. Gently, he rubbed the sterile wipe into the Doctor's flesh, in a caressing fashion, quite near his hole. "Little prick," the ex-con artist warned, injecting a minute dose into the Doctor's ass muscle, as close to his awakening ring as he safely could, coaxing it back to sleep. The Doctor jolted at the sudden pinch to his muscle that stung, but quickly calmed down again.
Rose took up the task of handling the scope. She tried not be nervous, as she coated the long flexible tubing in thick gel. The Doctor seemed to trust that she was capable of maneuvering it inside him, so she focused on that. She knew the Doctor was nervous about being knocked out and didn't blame him. It wasn't something to be taken lightly and he was making himself vulnerable. Hopefully, if she acted confident, up until he was asleep, it would rub off on him too.
"Are you ready, Doctor?" Jack asked, holding the mask at the ready and holding the Doctor's hand.
"I guess I... have to be don't... I?" the Time Lord commented, with a courage that his tight grip on Jack's hand didn't quite match.
"Count backward from ten," was all Jack replied. Not giving the Doctor the chance to change his mind this late in the game, he held the mask to the Doctor's face and started the gas feed.
"Ten..." the Doctor started counting, as fragrant mist filled the mask, flowing into him.
"See you on the other side," Rose told him, with a smile. It was important they kept the Doctor calm, so he didn't try and fight the drugs and potentially trigger his bypass.
Already his vision was starting to distort and blur out of view. He felt pleasantly fuzzy and sleepy, but recalled he was supposed to be counting.
"Nine... Eight..." his eyes started to flicker and the numbers began to slur. "War..." The Doctor's eyes closed and his body went slack. His hand no longer held the Captains and Jack tucked it away, so he was comfortable.
Rose's smile disappeared now that the Doctor was out. It felt wrong, on so many levels, having to stick something so long through his bum, when he was unconscious like this.
"His system is going to burn through the drugs very quickly Rose and there's only so much I can safely give him. You have to get on with it, if we're going to find the source of his pain soon enough. You can do it. He believes in you and so do I." Jack offered Rose his support, while stressing the importance of carrying though with the procedure in good time.
"Right, yeah," Rose gathered herself and started to thread the tubing in through his backside. The equipment had a light and a camera that fed to the monitor they had set up, showing the scope's live position. It was a high definition and they were easily able to see Jack's white cum clinging to the Doctor's pink tissues. The Captain might have enjoyed that view more had the circumstances been less dire. Maybe he could get a snapshot of the footage to wank over later.
As, Rose pushed the tool in deeper, it moved past the first section of his lower bowel and she could see much further than before. It was unnerving and she stopped. "He's definitely out, yeah?"
"Like a light," Jack assured her. "Keep going, you're doing great." Rose pushed the tubing further inside him, snaking it through the prone Time Lord's guts. They inspected each section closely, looking for anything untoward.
When she got to a particular bend, they could see an emanating glow "Well, that looks like the culprit," the ex-time agent announced. "Move it around the bend. We need to need get as close as possible."
The concentrated mass of energy particles shone brightly and did indeed look like it was burning. Rose was actually able to move directly into it though to no fault of the equipment. She worried it might melt or something, but it obviously wasn't that hot. The energy distorted the image slightly, but his intestinal wall was view-able and showing signs of slight decay in the area. They didn't want that to get any worse.
"Why do you think its built up here do you think?" Rose asked of Jack.
"Hm, I'm not sure." Jack noted that the Doctor's heart rates wavered slightly, but he showed no other indications of waking. "You need to move the probe some more, so we can investigate." She pushed it deeper still. "There!" Jack pointed. "What's that?" There seemed to be an abnormal bit of tissue, forming some kind of nub in the lining of the Doctor's bowel.
"Is that normal for him?" Rose wondered. Jack didn't answer though, as the Doctor was stirring slightly and his heart rates had increased further.
"Hold that thought," the Captain advised, as he made sure the Doctor got a safe amount of anesthesia, to pull him back under again. It seemed like they had located the issue, but the procedure was not half over yet. The Doctor needed to stay asleep, so they had time to work out how best to deal with the problem, carry out any potential treatment and empty him of equipment again.
When the Doctor's vitals leveled out to what Jack double and triple checked was a stable level, he looked back at the scope's video feed again. He got it to zoom in more so and then squinted at the problematic obscurity. It didn't seem to be caused by recent trauma. "It looks like it could be either scar tissue of some kind, or some sort of natural anomaly."
"Why does he have one of those then?"
"Most people have one or two do-dads in the body that are slightly out of place or are a bit unusual," Jack assured her. "My dad had a whole extra kidney!" Rose smiled at that. He'd never heard the ex-time agent talk about his family before. "Its possible the energy got confused and built up to try and heal it, if its not a regular part of the part of Time Lord anatomy. That's just a guess though."
"What do we do about it? Does it need to be removed?"
"If it hasn't otherwise caused him any problems, I think we should leave it. We aren't trained surgeons. We need to tell him about it though. If it becomes a problem, he may be able to go somewhere Time Lord friendly, for a second opinion. Or else, I have my medic at Torchwood that could take another look, if he's agreeable. You haven't known him to have any abdominal pain until now until now, have you?"
"I don't think so—" she paused. Her expression changed, as she recollected something. "Oh, hang on. Yeah, at Christmas, when he was collapsing, he seemed to get some stomach cramps."
"I guess its possible, he had some issues caused by traumatic regeneration, that healed over. But its left him with this small incongruity."
"How could he not know about it though? I mean, he knew he had a mole between his shoulder blades, almost as soon as he'd regenerated." Jack smirked at the image of the Doctor discovering something like that. But he gave some thought to Rose's question.
"Maybe, with becoming so sick, its something he missed?"
"Perhaps." Rose accepted that could be true.
"The fact remains though, is what we're going to do about the energy build-up. It seems to be doing more harm than help there."
"Yeah," Rose agreed. "Were we wrong to give him that 'transfusion?'"
"No. The TARDIS confirmed it would help him. I don't think that even she anticipated this complication though."
"He's awkward," Rose nodded.
"He doesn't exactly have the anticipated reactions to things, even for his own species," Jack confirmed. He considered the matter of the energy blockage again. "We need to disperse it somehow." Jack thought for another moment. "What happens if you move the scope back and forth?"
"Like this?" Rose very gently maneuvered the device in short thrusts.
"Yeah, like that," Jack encouraged. They watched the energy on the screen. It seemed to bounce and dance around, becoming less concentrated. "Ooh, it didn't like that, did it?"
"I'll move it some more," Rose continued to thrust the instrument more diligently. The energy pulsated and stated to move away. Rose tried to guide it away from the afflicted area and further into Doctor's intestine.
"Well done, Rose. Keep it up. Its working." Rose pushed and pulled the scope in and out of the Doctor's body, through his ass, watching the result on the screen. It really was working. "That's it, Rose. Really fuck him deep with it?"
The Londoner's jaw gaped at the ex-con artist's choice of language. But, then again, she shouldn't have been surprised. She had heard much worse come out of the 51st century 'naughty nurse's' mouth in the past. And she supposed that was what she was doing. 'Fucking' the Doctor's ass with the medical scope. Forcing into his ass around through his guts, pulling out slightly and then probing deeper still. At least he was unconscious and that surely meant he wouldn't experience the tormenting discomfort such process may cause. Though as she pushed in further with it, she was nearing another bend of the bowel. She couldn't be too forceful here, should she risk perforating through the organ's lining with the camera end, causing the Doctor immense damage. So she just fucked him gently and giggled aloud at the thought.
The Captain heard her little chuckle and looked up to see a glint in her eye. He liked this slightly perverted side of Rose that had come out earlier in the role-play as well. He thought he might like to be on the receiving end of it, himself.
A tone interrupted his thoughts however, as the Doctor's monitor signaled a change in his condition. The Time Lord was starting to come around again and more quickly than before. "Crap, he's really burning through the anesthesia," Jack panicked a little as the Galifreyan's eyes flickered. He made sure the mask properly covered his patient's face and gave more of a dose. "Go to sleep, Doc?" he pleaded. He noticed that the Time Lord's heart rates were beating faster. "That is really not what I want to see from you right now. We're not quite finished yet."
"Jack?" Rose was startled that the Doctor seemed to be waking, while she was using invasive medical equipment deep inside him. "What's happening?"
"We've taken too long. His body is rapidly breaking down the chemicals, so they're no longer very effective. Its one of the things he worried might happen. I'm going to give him some more Tortrinol. You need to keep dispersing the energy. Don't rush it though. The last thing he needs is an internal injury, but especially not while he's regaining consciousness.
"Ok- k- kay," Rose stuttered and her breathing quickened. Jack saw the image on the screen shaking and noticed the tremor was back in her hands.
"Rose!" He barked at her. "Get it together! Look what you're doing?" Rose snapped back to attention and checked herself quickly. She couldn't afford to lose control now and neither could the Doctor.
Jack used a tourniqet to find a vein in the Doctor's arm, and used an alcohol swab to clean the area. He drew up some more of the pain killing drug from the vial and dosed his friend, hoping that would help to keep him down. After a few tense moments the sudden increase in heart rates seemed like it was slowing. It was still going up though—just not quite as quickly. It was clear his body was fighting to waking up. Especially so, when he started to moan.
"Can't you give him some more?" Rose pressed, worried she was going to end up curling the medical tool back and forth through his guts while he was completely conscious.
"Unfortunately, while it seems the anesthetic is no longer working, there is still a substantial amount in his bloodstream. I don't want to overwhelm his system."
"Right," Rose accepted the reality she was presented with and continued to sodomise her lover, with the medical equipment, as he became increasingly aware.
"Oww." It was the Doctor that spoke this time.
"Rose, just continue," Jack ordered and sighed that this had happened. "You're alright Doc. We're just taking care of you." It wasn't clear if the Doctor had heard Jack or not, as the Time Lord just groaned again.
"'M no' 'uman," he seemed to mumble.
The energy was nearly completely dispersed at least, having traveled through his body to be absorbed properly. There just seemed to be a few stubborn particles that were clinging on for dear life. They couldn't leave them there either, should they cause further issues. Rose pumped the scope in and out, trying to ignore the pained sounds her lover slurred. "No... Stop it... Pea- Aaah!"
"Its nearly over, Doc. You're doing so well."
"Jack?..." The Doctor tried to move his head to look for the source of the American-sounding voice, but the anesthesia was still working to make his body weak. The fact that the Doctor was responding more readily proved he was more conscious now than not. Jack moved into his eye line, to make it easier for him and keep him from panicking. He saw that the Time Lord's pupils were incredibly dilated—wide circles, black as deep outer space. It was a clear indication that he was still heavily drugged, even if his actions begged to differ. Jack had been right not to dose the Doctor further.
"I'm here, Doctor," he took the Galifreyan's hand, which was still very limp, but the long digits attempted to curl around Jack's palm.
A blurred form moved into his sight. The Doctor's blink was slow and uncoordinated, trying to clear the image through the pain and the fog. Even if he couldn't make out his features, the Doctor knew it was the Captain. Even with drugs in his system his senses were alarming him that nobody should exist as such a constant fact in all of time and space, like this man does. The pain distracted him from these thoughts though. This was not how things were supposed to go. Whatever had been forced into his body was too deep in him and it was moving back and forth, thrusting inside him with a significant force. He was unable to fight it off. He couldn't take it. "Ah! Please? Guuurrrahh! Pears!"
It broke the immortal's heart to hear the Doctor begging in a situation such as this. But even more so to hear the safe-word.
"I'm sorry Doctor. You need this done. Its helping you. We're not role-playing anymore. You've become unwell. Something went wrong inside you. We're just fixing it now. You are going to feel better soon." It didn't sound like the truth, but it was.
"'Kay," the Doctor whispered. He didn't have the energy to argue, as well as cry out. His respiration rate was quickening in pace though. Jack applied the mask, but just gave him pure oxygen rather than the sleeping gas.
When she heard the Doctor utter the word they used to put an emergency stop to role-play, Rose felt ashamed. She couldn't stop and had to keep going—sodomising him. She let Jack speak the assurances to the doped up Time Lord and concentrated on the job at hand and the fact that it almost completed. Some pain-staking moments later, she finally finished coaxing the last stubborn dregs of energy from the Doctor. She made double sure the particles had definitely all moved on, by guiding the camera deeper again and past the next bend of bowel, checking for signs of lingering energy. They couldn't afford to leave any of it undispersed.
"Is he going to be alright, with me removing the scope now?" Rose asked Jack. She did not expect the Doctor to answer for himself, but he did.
"Take it out..." the Time Lord croaked.
"Rose, on the controls, there should be a setting, for applying a filament?" Jack explained. She looked to its different components.
"Yeah, I think I've found it."
"I want you to apply some to the section that has suffered erosion. The substance will pass up the tubing. You just need to direct it. It should provide additional protection, while the area heals and gets back to full thickness. There won't be any aspirin in it, as any anticoagulant would prove detrimental. Its important you direct it to the lining though and don't use too much. We don't want to end up blocking him up. He probably should lay off the enemas for a while after this, to be on the safe side."
"Okay," Rose turned their sight to the intestinal wall and activated the function lightly. They watched on the screen, as a thick wet matter left the end of the tubing from somewhere behind the fiberoptic camera. Thankfully it released slowly and not with high pressure. Rose was able to easily coat the section that had bared the brunt of the energy build-up and quickly cemented. The Doctor sobbed through the entire process.
"Great work Rose." Jack praised her skill under pressure. "It looks like we can withdraw now."
"Finally," the Doctor squeaked.
"Okay, Doctor," Rose addressed the Time Lord. "Breathe that oxygen your lovely nurse has given you. Nice and deep. It'll make the removal easier." She waited for the Doctor to take some efficient enough breaths and for Jack to confirm the Time Lord's O² had spiked. Slowly and carefully, she started to drag the long device out of his body. His muscles were no longer quite as slack and she had to account for that. She had half forgotten just how much of its length had gone into him and it seemed to take an age to withdraw.
The Doctor felt fuzzy. All through his body and even his mouth, which was dry and his tongue felt thick. But his bum was hurting and there was something curling deep inside him. The friction was like nothing he had ever experienced. It made him feel funny, sore and a little bit sick. He didn't want to be sick. Time Lords weren't supposed to get sick. The sensation had him wanting to squirm, but his body was just too heavy.
His friends were there. Jack the fact and his sweet Rose. They were telling him that it was okay, but he wasn't so sure it was. It was them that were making him feel this way, Jack with his gas filled mask, that the Time Lord didn't possess the energy to remove. And Rose with whatever she was pulling out of him. For a moment, he worried that she was pulling his guts out through his ass. That may account for the pain he felt and was only just clouded by whatever he'd been drugged with.
But his eyes wondered and he saw a fuzzy screen with what appeared to be a big close-up of someone's insides. He knew he was in the TARDIS. He could hear her. She was singing to him. The same song she used, when trying to soothe his nightmares away, during the times he tried to sleep on board. It confused him though as to why his ship would have a screen showing something as slightly grotesque as the inside of someone's intestinal tract. That was, until the thought occurred to him, that Rose was probably moving a camera inside him. That picture on the monitor was of inside him! How very slow he seemed to be today. It was odd. He laughed.
"Ha!"
Jack and Rose looked at the Doctor and then to each other. Had the Doctor just really stopped to laugh, between his moans of pain and mutterings that it hurt? But then he did it again. "Ha! ha! ha!"
"Are you sure you've not given him laughing gas?" Rose checked with the Captain.
"I'm sure. He's just on oxygen now. I imagine that coming off the anesthetic is making him go a bit doolally. Its not entirely unusual. In fact its fairly common. Let him enjoy it while it lasts. He may end up feeling a bit more rough later on."
All three of them experienced relief, when the the tail end, with the camera light, of the endoscopy tool finally appeared safely back in Rose Tyler's hand. But the Doctor was able to relax the most. He quickly went back to sleep, with the leftover effect of the drugs. Meanwhile, his companions busied themselves to make sure he would be alright and recover well.
Rose had become exhausted and Jack tried to convince her to have something to eat and go to bed. His artron batteries meant he didn't need to sleep. He'd stay up and monitor the Doctor. Rose refused on the moral ground, that the Doctor was going to need her when he woke up and to make sure he was going to be okay. She made them both coffee instead.
After the Doctor had been sound asleep for a few more hours though, Rose relented slightly and climbed onto the second med bay bed. Promising herself she was going to have just a little nap, she'd be there ready, to jump to his side, as soon as the Time Lord needed her. When he was sure his Rosie had thoroughly drifted off, the Captain took up a blanket and draped it over her. He then checked over the Doctor as much as he could, without stirring him.
Placing a hand to the Doctor's face and the back of his neck, Jack tried to gauge the Doctor's temperature. No longer did he seem quite as fevered, but by no means did his temperature seem back to normal. He guessed the Doctor's body was still working to assimilate the energy, even if the surge in his bowels had been dispersed. He hoped there wasn't going to be a build-up again, or else he wasn't sure what they would do. As long as the Doctor's fever didn't spike again, he was going to take it a as a sign they were in the clear. When the Doctor was awake, he'd take some more blood and maybe another scan, to see better how he was doing. For now, his heart rates and breathing were stable—another good sign.
Jack took the rolling chair from the treatment area, dragging it over to the Doctor's bedside and perched himself on it, waiting for any change in his patient.