Martha practically flew into the HUB, only pausing to wait for the lift and the cog door before dashing into the Med bay. She ignored the startled squawking that erupted from Glib and Fall. She shushed them, quickly grabbing a syringe from the tray and extracting an milliliter of the serum. She hard the gurgling increasing and she turned, flicking on the the translator quickly.
"Is that the serum? Is that the stuff that they made from me?" Fall was waving his tentacles franticly and Martha nodded quickly.
"Yes, yes it is. What did they do ti make it? Do you know?" Fall inclined his eyestalks.
"It's my blood. Well a synthetic replica of the earth-equivalent chemicals in my blood. I'm assuming that they used the chemicals strait from my blood that they couldn't identify. Those would be the reason that it's instable." Martha waved the syringe in the air.
"So what do I do. You guys tell me." Glib gave a multi -tentacled approximation of a shrug,
"Fall is the scientist here. I'm just a hatch-watcher." Martha looked at them again/
"So a scientist and a babysitter?" She laughed lightly. "Talk about you're odd couple." Glib twisted his eyestalks.
"You misunderstand. I watch the laying of the larva sacs and then modify and care for them until th first molting. That's when the biological contributors would claim their offspring." Fall held his tentacles up.
"This is a tangent. The point is, that You need to isolate the chemicals they used in that, so that we can find more stable variations." Martha nodded, glad to have directions, as well as thankful for the help of the creature. She emptied the syringe into a test tube, and ran it through a centrifuge. There was a groan from above, and Martha heard a thump as Gwen rolled off of the couch.
"Gwen, you alright?" there was a grunt and Martha quickly double checked her work, before stripping off her gloves and advancing up the stairs.
"Gwen?: The Welshwoman was on the floor leaning against the edge of the couch while rubbing her forehead.
"Bloody fucking hell. " Martha stifled her laugh as she bent down to help the angry Welshwoman up.
"What happened?" Martha said, helping Gwen back onto the couch.
"I wacked my head on the bloody table is what happened." Gwen squinted up at Martha questioningly. "And what about you Why do you look like you just ran a marathon with a weevil?" The doctor blushed slightly, realizing the state that she must be in.
"One Mrs. Mayweather brought me a vial. I'm currently working on stabilizing it for-" Gwen's eyes widened and she grabbed Martha's arm.
"Vial, a little silver one? " Martha nodded, concerned by the level of intensity coming from the Welshwoman.
"That's for Ianto! God, how did I forget about that? Martha do you know how important that is" Martha nodded again, trying to soothe the obviously distressed woman.
"Yes. I'm stabilizing it so that when Ianto wakes up I can administer it. If it works, his sight will be fine. Maybe not perfect, but he won't be anywhere near blind." Gwen seemed to relax a little, and her hand went back to rubbing her swiftly bruising temple.
"Good then. You say that Mrs. Mayweather brought it? That woman is a miracle. I wonder what her story is." Martha shrugged, listening for the centrifuge to slow.
"I don't know what her story is, but I think we need to find out. She knows far too much about Torchwood and UNIT." Gwen shook her head.
"She has turned into more of a help than we thought, and apparently her wife is a great cook." Martha's eyes widened.
"Wife!" She squeaked, and then smiled. "I swear that you people will never fail to surprise me." Gwen chuckled a little, and then gripped her head as a loud, drawn out beef filled the HUB.
"Looks like that's done then. I'll just run it through a few tests, and we should be able to get a fix on what they gave Ianto." Gwen nodded.
"Do you need Tosh or Owen?" Martha hesitated.
"I'll give them a few more hours rest. You too, I know you must still be tired." Gwen streatched.
"No, I sleapt for what, 6 hours?" The Welshwoman paled, and then fumbled beside the couch for her boots.
"Gwen, where are you going?" Gwen hastily tugged her boots on, muttering curses under her breath.
"Rhys! He's been sitting at the hospital all day. I need to go tell him that it's ok too leave." Martha nodded.
"Tell him that I got the vial, and Gertrude has the coat. I have a feeling that he'll know what that means." Gwen nodded, throwing on her coat and taking the invisible lift to the surface. Martha dashed down to the autopsy bay, watching with curious fascination as Fall twirled and flailed around the area, mixing chemicals and gurgling all the while at Glib. She knocked on the wall to announce her presence, and Fall barely glanced at her.
"There you are human. Is the dark one alright?" Martha nodded.
"Dark one? That's a peculiar name." Glib looked at her.
"I don't see how? Her appearance is very dark. Like she is made of shadows. You on the other hand, are very light in color. The others are varying shades of each." Martha squinted, considering this information. Dug around on Owen's desk, finding a picture and holding it infront of Glib.
"Tell me, what do you see?" The creature squinted, and then looked back at her.
"A very dark human who looks to be devoid of many coverings. The background is also very dark. Martha looked at the pale woman posed suggestively in front of a snow scape and laughed.
"You see in negative! That's brilliant that is." Glib just looked at her inquisitive.
"You do not see like that?" Martha shook her head, dodging one of Fall's tentacles as it reached for a vial behind her.
"No, I see the exact opposite. I'm much darker skinned than Gwen, by human standards at least." Glib knotted his tentacles.
"Fascinating. I was wondering why your medical facilities were so dark in color. To you they must be shining light." Martha nodded.
"Exactly." She turned to Fall.
"How did you know which chemicals they used?" Fall paused, and turned to her. She noticed the darkened patch on his tentacle.
"I tasted it. I just needed you to separate the mixture so that I disn't get confused." She held up a vial of mixture.
"There is only one thing that this needs, a sort of medium for it to mix with. Something that will not harm the human, and wont effect the injection of it." Martha snapped her fingers.
"Saline?" She grabbed a syringe of it and handed it to Fall, who squirted a few drops onto his skin. He hissed slightly, and Martha saw the patch pucker.
"This will work, as long as you are sure that it is harmless to humans." Martha nodded.
"Yes, it's completely harmless to us." Fall nodded and added it to the mixture. He then placed it over a Bunsen burner, and Martha watched as the liquid bubbled and frothed, before settling down to a slight pinkish tint.
"That is done then. Inject this into Mr. Jones as soon as he awakens, and his sight should return to him." Fall placed the vial in Martha's hand.
"It is not a potent as the other one, but the effects should be permanent. It should stimulate the rapid healing traits that we have, in the optical tissues of a human." Martha nodded.
"Thank you Fall, Glib, this is amazing." Fall's color deepened slightly.
"Just working towards repaying our life debt." Martha smiled. And then placed the vial in a container, sealing it carefully before tucking it into her purse.
"I'm heading off to the hospital, do you two need anything before I leave?" The two creatures looked at each other, and then back at her.
"No. Just go and fix Mr. Jones. He saved us, we owe him." Martha nodded once more and left the HUB, catching a cab to the hospital.