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Another random plot bunny...that is starving...yes it's another Doctor Who one...featuring Martha and an unconscious Doctor.
Martha had a problem, well more than just that. The Doctor had passed out and she had been knocked unconscious. When she woke up, they were locked in a cell. Not, that unusual...though they usually did something to warrant it.
The Doctor more than her.
The medical student moved to the unconscious Time Lord's side. She checked his pulse, it was dangerously low. If it wasn't for the air that faintly left his nose, she would've thought him dead. Martha placed a hand on his forehead and frowned deeply. His body temperature matched her own. A fever? “Ginger beer Martha, really -ow ow- messes with the biology!”
Had the strange alien meant he was deathly allergic? Carefully checking his head, she was relieved to find no lumps indicating he had hit his head. Martha laid his head on her lap as she carefully removed her favorite jacket, it wasn't comfortable enough to be a pillow, but it would have to do. Her brown eyes swept over the cell. Typical, bed barely big enough for her much less a Time Lord that was over six feet tall. A tiny sink and toilet on the opposite side of the bed. Of course, there was the bars and surprisingly a lack guards.
Well, they weren't on Earth. Some planet called Redwater in the middle of some unknown [to her] galaxy. The natives on the planet were blue humanoids with a passion for cooking. Which the Doctor praised repeatedly as he helped her order something safe for consumption. The silly alien obviously hadn't paid much attention to his own order.
Now what?
Martha had no idea why they had been taken or who had taken them. Well, she thought as the doctor in her took over, breaking the Doctor's fever is a priority. She took a moment to wonder if she really wanted to check the Doctor's pockets for a cloth before carefully ripping the bottom of her blue shirt. When they got back to the TARDIS she was going to murder him.
After she made him talk about his anatomy. And if she had to tie him to a chair...she would.
Clutching the cotton material, she carefully moved his head from her lap and went to the sink. Playing with it, she found the cold water and ran the cloth under the water.
Martha had a problem, well more than just that. The Doctor had passed out and she had been knocked unconscious. When she woke up, they were locked in a cell. Not, that unusual...though they usually did something to warrant it.
The Doctor more than her.
The medical student moved to the unconscious Time Lord's side. She checked his pulse, it was dangerously low. If it wasn't for the air that faintly left his nose, she would've thought him dead. Martha placed a hand on his forehead and frowned deeply. His body temperature matched her own. A fever? “Ginger beer Martha, really -ow ow- messes with the biology!”
Had the strange alien meant he was deathly allergic? Carefully checking his head, she was relieved to find no lumps indicating he had hit his head. Martha laid his head on her lap as she carefully removed her favorite jacket, it wasn't comfortable enough to be a pillow, but it would have to do. Her brown eyes swept over the cell. Typical, bed barely big enough for her much less a Time Lord that was over six feet tall. A tiny sink and toilet on the opposite side of the bed. Of course, there was the bars and surprisingly a lack guards.
Well, they weren't on Earth. Some planet called Redwater in the middle of some unknown [to her] galaxy. The natives on the planet were blue humanoids with a passion for cooking. Which the Doctor praised repeatedly as he helped her order something safe for consumption. The silly alien obviously hadn't paid much attention to his own order.
Now what?
Martha had no idea why they had been taken or who had taken them. Well, she thought as the doctor in her took over, breaking the Doctor's fever is a priority. She took a moment to wonder if she really wanted to check the Doctor's pockets for a cloth before carefully ripping the bottom of her blue shirt. When they got back to the TARDIS she was going to murder him.
After she made him talk about his anatomy. And if she had to tie him to a chair...she would.
Clutching the cotton material, she carefully moved his head from her lap and went to the sink. Playing with it, she found the cold water and ran the cloth under the water.