The entrance of the Doctor, Mark 10 and Martha caused little more than a head raise from Greg House, resident (literally!) physician in the infirmary as he sat on a makeshift airplane seat/stool. His brows rose, and a tight smile came to his lips as he gestured broadly and grandly in the direction of the exam table.
"By all means."
He listened to the 'symptoms', but at the moment, there was pretty much nothing that even began to pique his interest. Fever in a tropical sun could be nothing more than, remarkably, heat stroke. Best bet, short of cold water and lying down a bit, making sure something was around in case of vomiting, would be a dip in the stream to bring the fever down. He used to see it all the time, every summer, to the point where he could diagnose it with his eyes closed.
Martha suffered through the Doctor taking her temperature in silence. The sooner he got this out of his system, the sooner they could be on to other things
( ... )
Stephen placed his little slice of earth near the Infirmary tent for a reason, and that was so that he could see who came in and who came out. He saw the Doctor and Martha come in and decided that he would follow, in case he would be needed.
He stepped into the Infirmary and headed towards Martha and the Doctor. Dr. House was given a nod before Stephen turned to the potential patient and the Doctor, "So anything I can help with?"
The Doctor gave River the psychic dampener and explained its use. She put it on and her eyes went wide before she flung her arms around him in a hug. Never one turn away a free hug, he returned the gesture. It was the first time he had seen River voluntarily touch someone else.
After that spotting his next incarnation was simple. He was in the infirmary with his companion, Martha. She was on one of the improvised beds.
He shoved his fists into the pockets of his leather jacket and gave a concerned frown.
“She alright?” He looked down at Martha, “you alright?”
At the sound of a voice inquiring about her health, Martha looked up, ready to tell the person in no uncertain terms that she was fine and that the Doctor was merely being a worrywart, but stopped short
( ... )
"Your shoulders are shakin', that with anger?" Nine asked, a bit sarcastically. Well, not really a bit.
He trusted his own medical knowledge.
"An' in case you didn't listen at the meetin', medical mysteries round here are somethin to worry bout. How did you get under that mushroom? How long were you out and at the mercy of someone else? Experiments are what these Dharma lot seem to do for fun. If you red the files I have in our hut, your hair might turn white."
He still held more than a little anger towards Dharma for what they did. For Daisy, Ami, and Claire, yeah, but he could admit most of it was for Rose. An angry Time Lord was dangerous, often merciless, and sometimes ingeniously cruel. Dharma wasn't only goin' down, they were going to suffer. Time was something he had a lot of. It might take a while, but in the end, they'd wish they never heard of him or touched any of these people.
"So, no matter how it annoys ya, when you think on the possibilities, it's better to let us make a bit of a fuss."
Instead of heading straight back to the hut that housed herself and John, Aeryn headed for the infirmary. After admitting to Susan that she might be pregnant, she decided it was time to really, REALLY find out.
The walk wasn't hard, after all, she'd crossed deserts before, but the thoughts on her mind made her unaware of the argument that was going on.
She stepped in the door, just in time to hear Nine's angry comments, which stopped her dead. She looked startled from Martha, to Ten, then Nine, Dr House and finally the new Dr, wasn't it Stephen? Sheepishly, she offered a little smile. "I can come back later, if that's better for you all?"
Nine's logic was … well, logical. Martha couldn't really find any reason - not legitimate ones - to argue with him, but then again, he was intimidating. She supposed that her Doctor was to people who first met him, and even though they were one and the same, they were somehow different and
(Oi! I'm going to get a headache thinking about this.)
"Not that I'm aware of, but you just pointed out that we were out for no one knows how long," Martha began examining her arms. "I haven't felt anything like a bite, but I don't really feel feverish aside from a few minor chills
( ... )
"Oh, we're definately being collected. And we found plants about that are hardly native to tropics. Blueberries for one. So it may well be we're dealin' with a perfect environment, cept for one thing... wildlife. We got boars, small deer, snakes, sugar gliders, lots of birds, not to mention fish in the stream. Meanin', the water is explosed to all the nasties that go with a healthy ecosystem." Nine pointed out
( ... )
"Just a bit," Ten agreed with himself, which he knew was very rare indeed. His selves could seldom agree on anything. "What with Slythein and Daleks and Cybermen and Racknoss, I have been a bit busy." Ten stopped himself from examining the areas of skin of Martha's breasts that were not covered by her brassiere. Even with full detached professionalism, there were certain boundaries that simply were not made to be crossed
( ... )
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"By all means."
He listened to the 'symptoms', but at the moment, there was pretty much nothing that even began to pique his interest. Fever in a tropical sun could be nothing more than, remarkably, heat stroke. Best bet, short of cold water and lying down a bit, making sure something was around in case of vomiting, would be a dip in the stream to bring the fever down. He used to see it all the time, every summer, to the point where he could diagnose it with his eyes closed.
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He stepped into the Infirmary and headed towards Martha and the Doctor. Dr. House was given a nod before Stephen turned to the potential patient and the Doctor, "So anything I can help with?"
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After that spotting his next incarnation was simple. He was in the infirmary with his companion, Martha. She was on one of the improvised beds.
He shoved his fists into the pockets of his leather jacket and gave a concerned frown.
“She alright?” He looked down at Martha, “you alright?”
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He trusted his own medical knowledge.
"An' in case you didn't listen at the meetin', medical mysteries round here are somethin to worry bout. How did you get under that mushroom? How long were you out and at the mercy of someone else? Experiments are what these Dharma lot seem to do for fun. If you red the files I have in our hut, your hair might turn white."
He still held more than a little anger towards Dharma for what they did. For Daisy, Ami, and Claire, yeah, but he could admit most of it was for Rose. An angry Time Lord was dangerous, often merciless, and sometimes ingeniously cruel. Dharma wasn't only goin' down, they were going to suffer. Time was something he had a lot of. It might take a while, but in the end, they'd wish they never heard of him or touched any of these people.
"So, no matter how it annoys ya, when you think on the possibilities, it's better to let us make a bit of a fuss."
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Instead of heading straight back to the hut that housed herself and John, Aeryn headed for the infirmary. After admitting to Susan that she might be pregnant, she decided it was time to really, REALLY find out.
The walk wasn't hard, after all, she'd crossed deserts before, but the thoughts on her mind made her unaware of the argument that was going on.
She stepped in the door, just in time to hear Nine's angry comments, which stopped her dead. She looked startled from Martha, to Ten, then Nine, Dr House and finally the new Dr, wasn't it Stephen? Sheepishly, she offered a little smile. "I can come back later, if that's better for you all?"
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(Oi! I'm going to get a headache thinking about this.)
"Not that I'm aware of, but you just pointed out that we were out for no one knows how long," Martha began examining her arms. "I haven't felt anything like a bite, but I don't really feel feverish aside from a few minor chills ( ... )
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