Diving into Boone
Who: Doctor, Rose, Boone, (open )
Where: Medical facility
When: Day 24 following the meeting and search for Sparrow
Status: Open/incomplete
The Doctor was unsure if he was glad to have Rose with him or not. She has insisted she felt fine. Only bruising and a vague headache remaining from her ordeal. She seemed to sense his reluctance to do what he was about to do.
“He can’t be comfortable.” She muttered looking at the still form of Boone and shivering. Bad association. Maybe she shouldn’t be here.
He was strapped to a bed, his wounds dressed and tended, but he seemed an empty shell. He stared at the ceiling, or more accurately, at nothing. His eyes were empty. He was pale, almost skeletal.
The Doctor moved to the far side of the bed. Making sure Rose had a straight shot to the door. She took Boone’s limp hand. “He didn’t deserve this.”
She was seeing herself in him. Another of Dharma’s victims. Her empathy was part of what drew him, but it could be a hinderance at times.
“He did open fire on a room for of people. He could have killed someone.” He was a bit more harsh because of that. Rose had been in that room.
“Not like it was his fault. It wasn’t him doin’ it, it was them. Just… see if you can fix him, alright?” She sat on a plastic chair, still holding the boy’s hand.
“I can’t promise anything. Might be there’s not much left to fix. Don’t go getting’ your hopes up.” The Doctor leaned over the young man and looked into his eyes before reaching forward and placing his hands on either side of his head, touching specific points.
He plunged into the mental equivalent of an icy lake. There was an unnatural stillness, with only the lightest eddies and currents. With careful deliberation, he began to follow one of those eddies. He had to dive into the cold and swim to the depths, to a very dimly brightened spot, a sunken treasure weighed down by the cold stillness. The pressure holding it immobile. Inside was Boone. The Doctor pushed mental fingers through the flimsy barrier of the cacoon where Boone lay curled into himself. He plunged his mind into Boone’s life. It wasn’t like reading a book. Certain memories triggered others, it wasn’t linear, but a maze. At least there were memories, and a life left locked in here.