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I love you all. So much. Kay, this one's from The Doctor's point of view so forgive OOC-ness!
The Doctor woke up with a start, staring at a blank white ceiling. He was confused for approximately half of a second, then remembered everything that had happened until he was unconscious. "Is it dead? Am I in the right century?" he asked, or rather tried to. It came out as "Guuuh…?", but Martha and Jack's faces appeared in his field of vision in an instant. "D-Ron!" Martha cried. "You're alright, mate." Jack said firmly. "You're in the hospital wing; Madame Pomfrey's been looking after you." The Doctor smiled ever so slightly at this discreet assurance of the time period. And Jack and Martha appeared unharmed… that was good. Yes. But the angel… "It's all fine, Doc." Jack said in a low voice. "It's dead and not coming back." The Doctor sighed, in relief and somewhat in regret, and closed his eyes again, feeling his consciousness slip away as his body worked to repair itself.
He woke to a baffled-sounding Madame Pomfrey's voice. "I don't understand it! He was almost dead when his friends brought him here. I put him in a bed, and by the time I get you up here he's already healing! Without a potion, Severus! And now-" she broke off, frustrated. The Doctor smiled inwardly, not wanting to betray his state of consciousness. Ah, humans. Even the magic ones were so confused by anything different from what they were used to, and then undoubtably thinking up ludicrous explanations. It wasn't even 'magic', not really! Just telekinetic powers interacting with a field of particles. And lots of willpower. Briefly The Doctor wondered if aliens had already been discovered by the magical community, then discarded the idea. He then realized a voice he knew well was dryly responding to the school nurse. "… that he must not have been as injured as you thought he was, then." Professor Bat was saying dryly. "Or is it possible one of his little friends snuck him an illegitimate healing potion? I personally think the second one is more likely," he added. There was silence for a few moments, then The Doctor could feel Snape trying to worm his way into his mind. Nope, he thought grimly and brought the shields down on Snape's mental probe with a crunch. He could feel Snape flinch. "It seems your charge is awake." he said stiffly. The Doctor opened his eyes, making a show of waking up blearily. "Wha… where am I?" he asked sleepily. As he sat up, rubbing his eyes, he could see Madame Pomfrey and a rather grumpy-looking Snape looking at him, Snape with a glare. He discreetly checked his hands, rather relieved to see no glowing.
"Hello, Ron," Madame Pomfrey said kindly. "How are you feeling?" "Like I got hit by a Dalek," he groaned, then caught himself. "A blasting charm." It was true, though; when he stretched he could feel the soreness of his muscles and the rawness of his skin, as well as a headache. "Could I have some water?" he asked timidly. Madame Pomfrey's eyes widened. "Of course, dear, I'll have some for you in a second." She raced away, and The Doctor found himself in a staring contest with Professor Bat. He won, of course, and Snape coughed and looked away. The Doctor looked around then, wondering where Martha and Jack were. "Where… where are my friends, Professor?" he asked. Snape sneered. "Your friends are waiting outside in the hallway. They had insisted upon staying with you until Madame Pomfrey shooed them out." He probably said more after that but The Doctor didn't notice as he had jumped up and raced out the door. Gotta make sure they're okay, gotta make sure they're okay "HEY!" Jack, Martha, Fred and George had been sitting along the wall, and Jack jumped up when he yelled. "RON!" they all yelled and went in for a hug. "OOF!" The Doctor felt like his ribs might crack, and he toppled backwards from all the momentum. Blimey, Fred and George have strong hugs! The Doctor thought from his squished position on the ground. Then smacked himself mentally. Duh, they're Beaters.
"Ron, we were so worried! Are you alright?" Martha was asking him. He grinned. "I'm fine, but I might not be if you all don't get off! What, are you guys made of bricks?"They all laughed, but let go of The Doctor, allowing him to pick himself up and dust himself off. "Oof… Hey, where's Percy?" Just then, the door to the Hospital Wing flew open and an angry Madame Pomfrey came out. "RON WEASLEY! GET BACK HERE!" "…And that would be our cue to run," quipped Fred. They all grinned and followed The Doctor, who had already dashed around a corner.
They hid out in the common room for the rest of the day, talking, laughing, and making jokes (Usually this last one was Fred and George, though sometimes The Doctor played a fabulous prank on all of the others). After Fred and George had retired for the night, The Doctor leaned close to Martha and Jack. "But really, guys," he asked seriously, "What happened?" Jack and Martha then recounted the story of how they had thought he was dead, worried, he really should have been less stupid, etc.. The Doctor rolled his eyes when it was done. "It worked though, didn't it?"
Martha shut up. Jack narrowed his eyes and said, "If you do anything like that again I'll hit on Professor Kitty." Martha nearly died, and The Doctor grinned and said, "I'd actually like to see that." His grin disappeared. "But NO."
So you guys were all probably like "Blargh she finally updated again I'm gonna be mad at her" yesterday and then I was like angels and you were all like OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT in the reviews and I was like ha ha
Sorry for being so evil. Poor Jack. Have a jelly baby, everyone! And please review. It makes me less evil. Plus, sorry if this chapter stinks… I'm bad at this.