[Ten] A Visit to the Infirmary
Who: Ten, Martha
Where: The Infirmary
When: Day 36, after the thunderstorm
Invited: Specifically - Nine, Stephen, NPC House, Scott; anyone else is welcome
Status: Complete
Their path toward the infirmary, was straight and easy from Chloe and George's shelter, or would have been if Martha had been fully awake. In hindsight, Ten realized that allowing her to take a short nap hadn't been the wisest of ideas. Sleep bogged, her body didn't regain its earlier momentum. He half-led, half-carried her through the camp to the infirmary.
The infirmary was quite impressive given what the castaways had to work with. Certainly, it could use a few things here and there, but human ingenuity and creativity won out again.
"Doctor," Martha confessed, as he eased her onto a 'bed,' "I don't feel ill enough to be here. I'm tired, nothing more."
"You're feverish," Ten informed her. He rummaged through baskets and suitcases which were clearly arranged as makeshift drawers and cabinets. "Nothing to worry about. Have a lie down for a bit."
"I don't feel feverish."
"Aha!" Ten found a basic oral thermometer. "Do what we can with what we have to work with." He strode over to Martha and plopped down beside her on the 'bed.' "Your body temperature is higher than normal, and you've had several chills during our short walk here. You're feverish."
"That means I'm fighting an infection, but I shouldn't be - oomph!" Martha's eyes went wide with indignation as the Doctor took the opportunity of her speech to stick the thermometer home.
"Doctors should never diagnose themselves," Ten reminded her cheekily. She was right however, she shouldn't be feverish unless she were ill. Martha was inoculated against everything. A new mutagen that was native to an alternate universe, or even an adverse reaction to an alternate universe made for unpleasant thoughts.
Where: The Infirmary
When: Day 36, after the thunderstorm
Invited: Specifically - Nine, Stephen, NPC House, Scott; anyone else is welcome
Status: Complete
Their path toward the infirmary, was straight and easy from Chloe and George's shelter, or would have been if Martha had been fully awake. In hindsight, Ten realized that allowing her to take a short nap hadn't been the wisest of ideas. Sleep bogged, her body didn't regain its earlier momentum. He half-led, half-carried her through the camp to the infirmary.
The infirmary was quite impressive given what the castaways had to work with. Certainly, it could use a few things here and there, but human ingenuity and creativity won out again.
"Doctor," Martha confessed, as he eased her onto a 'bed,' "I don't feel ill enough to be here. I'm tired, nothing more."
"You're feverish," Ten informed her. He rummaged through baskets and suitcases which were clearly arranged as makeshift drawers and cabinets. "Nothing to worry about. Have a lie down for a bit."
"I don't feel feverish."
"Aha!" Ten found a basic oral thermometer. "Do what we can with what we have to work with." He strode over to Martha and plopped down beside her on the 'bed.' "Your body temperature is higher than normal, and you've had several chills during our short walk here. You're feverish."
"That means I'm fighting an infection, but I shouldn't be - oomph!" Martha's eyes went wide with indignation as the Doctor took the opportunity of her speech to stick the thermometer home.
"Doctors should never diagnose themselves," Ten reminded her cheekily. She was right however, she shouldn't be feverish unless she were ill. Martha was inoculated against everything. A new mutagen that was native to an alternate universe, or even an adverse reaction to an alternate universe made for unpleasant thoughts.