5... because time travel makes it possible.notrosesshadowJanuary 22 2012, 19:01:20 UTC
The TARDIS had been stuck in this particular time for a few months now. While she and the Doctor were doing a fairly good job of blending in thanks to the wardrobe room, Martha would have been very happy to go back home. Still, she had made a few friends in this world, one of whom was a fairly decent artist by the name of Basil.
Today she knocked on his door intending to pose for him. He'd offered to do her portrait. He didn't answer the door though. She knocked again. When he still remained elusive, she took a step back and crashed through. She ran upstairs to find him in his bed... covered in blood. "Basil!" she called out as she ran forward, hampered by the skirts and corsets. Her medical kit was back on the TARDIS. This was so not good.
Just her curse in life apparently.notrosesshadowJanuary 22 2012, 19:07:05 UTC
"How... what...? We need to stop the bleeding." She grabbed the basin of water and a rag. "Do you have a needle and thread?" It wouldn't be perfect, but maybe she could keep him from dying.
Re: Poor girl <3notrosesshadowJanuary 22 2012, 19:13:10 UTC
Shit. How did he not have a needle and thread?
"And they did this to you? Did they have knives? Guns?" She saw the blood but she had no idea where it was coming from. "I need to find the source of the blood Basil."
"Well stop wishing Basil," Martha said somewhat sharply. "I'm a doctor and I know what I'm doing." And with that she moved to take off his shirt in search of the blood.
Martha takes a look. "Where do you keep your alcohol?" she asks. It's the quickest way for her to sterilize the wound. She tears off some fabric from his shirt. "Sorry," she adds as she presses it against the wound. She reaches for his hand. "Press here. The alcohol?"
"You don't know that," she said. "I'm more trained than most doctors you know." She turned to the dresser and found the alcohol. There also happened to be a needle and a spool of thread. Perfect. She threaded the needle. "This is going to hurt," she warned and poured the alcohol over the needle and the wound.
"I'm sorry. This next bit is going to hurt just as much. Hold on," she tore a strip of fabric off her skirt. Folding it up, she held it above his mouth. "Open up. You're going bite down on this and it's going to hurt."
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Today she knocked on his door intending to pose for him. He'd offered to do her portrait. He didn't answer the door though. She knocked again. When he still remained elusive, she took a step back and crashed through. She ran upstairs to find him in his bed... covered in blood. "Basil!" she called out as she ran forward, hampered by the skirts and corsets. Her medical kit was back on the TARDIS. This was so not good.
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"And they did this to you? Did they have knives? Guns?" She saw the blood but she had no idea where it was coming from. "I need to find the source of the blood Basil."
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Martha Jones will not give up without a fight.
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