((Lacking any further Ebil plans, we forge ahead...))
An hour before dawn the Doctor's body temperature began to rise, and he would take intermittant breaths, slow and shallow, barely noticed. By the time the pre-dawn light filtered through the overhead canopy his eyes flickered open and he sat up.
He removed the dermal regenerator and checked the area he could see. A puckered, red scar was visable. The actual damage was healed. It was vaguely sore, and he was going to have to work on range of movement. Luckily it was his left arm, not his dominant side. His shoulder was going to be stiff, and sore for at least a few days.
He looked about to see everyone but the two guards on shift sleeping. Right. Good night then.
He nudged Scott awake as he reached for his ruined jumper and jacket.
"Wakey, wakey. Time for a quick re-fuel and then we move. If we're really lucky we'll get there before noon."
Shit. Someone had cut up his jumper. Okay, so it was stiff with crusted blood. What did they use it for? They better not have tried to cut up his jacket.
He found it folded, and pretty much cleaned off. The lining was a bit damp, and stained, but someone had removed all the blood they could.
He grinned then shrugged it on. That was better. Who'd done that, hmm?
Camp was stirring, but no one was giving any immediate clues.
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[Doctor] Morning Glories...
Date: 2006-08-11 01:38 pm (UTC)An hour before dawn the Doctor's body temperature began to rise, and he would take intermittant breaths, slow and shallow, barely noticed. By the time the pre-dawn light filtered through the overhead canopy his eyes flickered open and he sat up.
He removed the dermal regenerator and checked the area he could see. A puckered, red scar was visable. The actual damage was healed. It was vaguely sore, and he was going to have to work on range of movement. Luckily it was his left arm, not his dominant side. His shoulder was going to be stiff, and sore for at least a few days.
He looked about to see everyone but the two guards on shift sleeping. Right. Good night then.
He nudged Scott awake as he reached for his ruined jumper and jacket.
"Wakey, wakey. Time for a quick re-fuel and then we move. If we're really lucky we'll get there before noon."
Shit. Someone had cut up his jumper. Okay, so it was stiff with crusted blood. What did they use it for? They better not have tried to cut up his jacket.
He found it folded, and pretty much cleaned off. The lining was a bit damp, and stained, but someone had removed all the blood they could.
He grinned then shrugged it on. That was better. Who'd done that, hmm?
Camp was stirring, but no one was giving any immediate clues.
Right. They had some ladies to rescue.