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[Private/Hallway Filter]
[It's almost morning by the time York regains consciousness with a groan.]
D, what--no, nevermind, I...don't want to know. 'm I gonna be okay? Need to...find a doctor?
[gently] You will be fine, York. No vitals were pierced. Full recovery should take no more than three days. However, that timeframe is dependent on the amount of rest and lack of stress you--
...Yeah, got it. I...okay to walk back to the ship? [His mind is feeling fuzzy from the painkillers. The word "TARDIS" isn't coming to him.]
Affirmative. Would you like me to run the location program?
Yeah. [He pushes himself to his feet, groaning. York leans one hand against the bloodstained wall - stained with his blood, when--no, he wasn't going to think about it, right?
Slowly, he follows the helpful arrow on his HUD, making his way over to the elevator.]
D, I--thanks, D.
I am here to assist.
[/Private]
[Some time later, when he's made his way back to the TARDIS:]
[Reno]
[in a flat voice]
Take Wash and me off the helpers list, Reno. He's AWOL and I'm hurt. Recommend Kay for replacement team leader.
[/Reno]
[Guilmon]
[This one is much harder, but eventually York manages to say it in a voice that's not wavering.]
Guilmon, stay away from Washington, okay? He's...he's sick.
[/Guilmon]
[Fifth Doctor + Peri]
[letting a little of the crushing misery he's feeling right now seep into his voice]
Mine if I stay in the Zero Room for a little while? I need to be...away from stress for a little while.
[/Fifth Doctor + Peri]