The Doctor gritted his teeth. On his knees was such an undignified position, why did he seem to end up there so often? And the big stick skewering his shoulder hurt like hell, as well.

"Don't want you wearing yourself out." He managed to grind out between his teeth. "But if someone can get this out, I'd appriciate any help getting debris out. I can spend the night in a healing trance, with the regenerator working...It'll be passible."

His face was a mask of pain for a moment, and he took some deep threaths before something akin to caalm was restored. If you didn't notice the lines of tension and strain around his eyes and mouth.

"Had worse actually. Ever fall from a radio tower? Don't recommend it." Okay, humor was flat. Pain was sharp. He could feel the first real sweat of the day break out brought on by the pain and the system shock.

"Gonna need someone with a good bit of muscle to pull this free." He was already shrugging his other arm from his jacket, causing burning agony to ripple over the wound like a wave.

"I think this is a lovely place to stop for the night. Anyone able to do a careful sweep for more suprises?" He looked over the rest of the group. Luckily it seemed he was the only one wounded. Well, he had been the one to step in it.