After one last squeeze of Ami's hand Scott reluctantly left her side, leaving their link wide open. What he really wanted to do was lie down beside her and sleep. The pungent odors of blood and acid were none too subtle reminders that others were badly hurt.
Of those remaining Quentin was by far the most badly injured. Pierson and the Doctor knelt on either side of the unconscious man. Pierson's anxious expression made Scott break into a run. The man was usually unflappable.
"I'm losing him," Pierson muttered as Scott skidded to a halt. The doctor performed CPR, but to no avail. Blood slowly oozed -- not pulsed -- from Quentin's wounds, and he wasn't breathing.
He and the Doctor turned to Scott expectantly. Scott gulped. He knew he was too late, but he'd try anyway. Scott fixed his eyes on the sphere in his bloodied hand.
"Brilliant!" the Doctor exclaimed.
Scott looked up at the Time Lord, baffled. "I haven't done..." Movement in his peripheral vision caught Scott's eye. He turned in time to see a slug rise out of the bullet wound. The broken skin mended itself as the slug slid down Quentin's blood-covered side. He drew a shallow, shuddering breath.
The Doctor, Pierson, and Scott exchanged puzzled looks. Pierson shrugged and checked the formerly dead man's vitals. "He's weak, but... he'll live."
Scott blinked at Quentin for a moment longer. "Okay..." Then he stood and looked around, raising his voice so that everyone in the cafeteria could hear. "Who else is hurt?" (Get over here before I go to sleep for another 14 hours,) he added silently.
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[Scott] The doctor is in (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-28 09:28 pm (UTC)Of those remaining Quentin was by far the most badly injured. Pierson and the Doctor knelt on either side of the unconscious man. Pierson's anxious expression made Scott break into a run. The man was usually unflappable.
"I'm losing him," Pierson muttered as Scott skidded to a halt. The doctor performed CPR, but to no avail. Blood slowly oozed -- not pulsed -- from Quentin's wounds, and he wasn't breathing.
He and the Doctor turned to Scott expectantly. Scott gulped. He knew he was too late, but he'd try anyway. Scott fixed his eyes on the sphere in his bloodied hand.
"Brilliant!" the Doctor exclaimed.
Scott looked up at the Time Lord, baffled. "I haven't done..." Movement in his peripheral vision caught Scott's eye. He turned in time to see a slug rise out of the bullet wound. The broken skin mended itself as the slug slid down Quentin's blood-covered side. He drew a shallow, shuddering breath.
The Doctor, Pierson, and Scott exchanged puzzled looks. Pierson shrugged and checked the formerly dead man's vitals. "He's weak, but... he'll live."
Scott blinked at Quentin for a moment longer. "Okay..." Then he stood and looked around, raising his voice so that everyone in the cafeteria could hear. "Who else is hurt?" (Get over here before I go to sleep for another 14 hours,) he added silently.