"I think this is a lovely place to stop for the night," the Doctor said far too casually for someone with a large chunk of tree sticking out of his shoulder. "Anyone able to do a careful sweep for more suprises?"
"On it," Dean replied. He flashed a smile at May, who was perched on an overhead branch like a trapeze artist. "Owe ya one. Payment methods are negotiable." Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's over-the-top flirtation. After exchanging a glance the brothers began a perimeter sweep. Sam took the left side; Dean the right.
In the meantime Scott had been studying the Doctor's injury and the splinter itself. Fortunately the splinter tapered to a point on both ends, so it could be pulled out in the direction it had been traveling. "I can remove it," Scott assured the Doctor. "It'll hurt like hell, so sit down."
As the Doctor did so, Scott grabbed a bottle of water from his pack. The Time Lord eyed it skeptically. "Don't wash the wound with that. There're microbes--"
"--that are dead," Scott interrupted. "Took care of that earlier." The alien looked impressed for an instant, then faced forward and closed his eyes. Scott connected with his sphere, leaving it enclosed in his fist. "Ready?" The Doctor nodded.
Scott concentrated on the wood shard. After telekinetically pressing ragged splinters against the bulk of the shrapnel, Scott yanked it out in a quick, smooth motion. The Doctor gritted his teeth, but didn't cry out as fresh blood flowed from the wound. The projectile hovered in midair for a moment before falling to the ground.
Although the triage was compelete, Scott's sphere continued to hum in his hand. He focused on the capillaries and veins severed by the oversized splinter. Scott absently noticed the Doctor's manic grin. "Well done, Scott. My healing trance will take care of the rest."
"Hold still," Scott said distractedly. "Your blood is similar enough to human blood. I'll stop the bleeding. Get it to clot." A few more moments of concentration did the trick. "Okay." The sphere's hum faded away as Scott returned it to his pocket. He unscrewed the cap to the water bottle as the Doctor shrugged off his bloodied jacket and shirt.
[Scott] Stepping your foot in it (tag Doctor, open)
"On it," Dean replied. He flashed a smile at May, who was perched on an overhead branch like a trapeze artist. "Owe ya one. Payment methods are negotiable." Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's over-the-top flirtation. After exchanging a glance the brothers began a perimeter sweep. Sam took the left side; Dean the right.
In the meantime Scott had been studying the Doctor's injury and the splinter itself. Fortunately the splinter tapered to a point on both ends, so it could be pulled out in the direction it had been traveling. "I can remove it," Scott assured the Doctor. "It'll hurt like hell, so sit down."
As the Doctor did so, Scott grabbed a bottle of water from his pack. The Time Lord eyed it skeptically. "Don't wash the wound with that. There're microbes--"
"--that are dead," Scott interrupted. "Took care of that earlier." The alien looked impressed for an instant, then faced forward and closed his eyes. Scott connected with his sphere, leaving it enclosed in his fist. "Ready?" The Doctor nodded.
Scott concentrated on the wood shard. After telekinetically pressing ragged splinters against the bulk of the shrapnel, Scott yanked it out in a quick, smooth motion. The Doctor gritted his teeth, but didn't cry out as fresh blood flowed from the wound. The projectile hovered in midair for a moment before falling to the ground.
Although the triage was compelete, Scott's sphere continued to hum in his hand. He focused on the capillaries and veins severed by the oversized splinter. Scott absently noticed the Doctor's manic grin. "Well done, Scott. My healing trance will take care of the rest."
"Hold still," Scott said distractedly. "Your blood is similar enough to human blood. I'll stop the bleeding. Get it to clot." A few more moments of concentration did the trick. "Okay." The sphere's hum faded away as Scott returned it to his pocket. He unscrewed the cap to the water bottle as the Doctor shrugged off his bloodied jacket and shirt.