Wolves and Feavers

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Who: Rose Tyler
Where: Rose's Room (J) to women's bathroom
When: Day 20, late afternoon
Invited: open side tag Isabel, Ami, Scott, Jack S. anyone in the caf at the time.
Status: Complete



She could see it, the burning of a world, home. The whole surface was burning as she was. And around it a million little fires. But there was satisfaction there even through the agony.

But she was burning, and she had to stop, even as she rode a shockwave that tossed her through space and time. Confusion, dizziness on top of agony. She cut off oxygen to her inside, thirty seconds was enough. But how could she do that? She had to save him, as he’d saved her. But oh, he was as burnt as she was. Death was imminent. Maybe for them both. This really could be the end.

Rose was burning. Every cell felt on fire. But the song was there. Beautiful music, soothing and comforting. It didn’t take away the pain, but it distracted her from it.

As she twisted on the sheets of the bed, in the throes of a nightmare or something else something appeared in the kitchen where others were gathered. As Ami curled up with Scott and Isabel felt isolated and no little depressed. Words faded into existence on the wall. Written in blue chalk, in huge letters.

BAD WOLF

Rose woke with a gasp. She was so cold. Sweat dampened her hair. Maybe that’s why she was cold. But wearing nothing but sweat damp scrubs didn’t help. She felt weak and shaky still, but she couldn’t stay in bed, not really tired now. Just so cold. She’d been burning, hadn’t she?

Scrubs. Right. She and the others had been wearing their own cloths when they’d been kidnapped. They had to be around in this place somewhere.

She wandered, glassy eyed, from the room. Now where would they put their cloths? Maybe she should shower first. She needed to get warm. She began to shiver. Yeah, shower, warm up first.

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[Doctor] Colder reality

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"Even if we could shut them down, we can't just turn them off in the middle of whatever they're doing. It could kill her. Like stopping a doctor in the middle of a surgery. This has been foing on for at least ten days, in her timeframe. It's past just stopping."

He was cold now, as well, and it had nothing to do with the cold water soaking him. The Doctor was chilled by his current helplessness with this situation. That Rose was bearing the brunt of his own carelessness. If he had been able to check her out before the Tardis shut down. If she hadn't tried to save him against his own wishes, if he hadn't brought her with him...

"They've started building a third strand of DNA. Mine is the only species with that particular trait. But why? The Bad Wolf seemed... dangerously protective before."

He barked a bitter laugh. "Her temperature's going down. I think you spared her the worst of it, Scott. It seems I keep owing you."

[Scott] Payback

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Scott grinned mischeviously. "You can pay me back with a tour of the TARDIS when she's powered up again." That promped a small smile from the Doctor, who was clearly distraught over Rose. "And another look at your sonic screwdriver. I was kinda distracted last time."

OOC: I'm feeling thoroughly uninspired. If you want to wrap this thread up, purplerhino, go right ahead. Scott will help with Rose for a while longer, then go back to Ami.

[Doctor] Amicable agreement

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"Consider it done. I'll even give you a trip or two." The Doctor's quick grin didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Leave the curtain and such for later. I'll carry her back to the room. But we'll need fresh bedding and some blankets. I'm gonna stay with her, keep monitoring her vitals. Could you let Daniel know what's going on, and where I'll be?

Not as if he was likely to leave Rose soon. He'd gotten wrapped up in helping solve other problems, and left her alone to get this bad off. Tomorrow there would be tests to see if this could be reversed, or stopped at a safe point, anyway.

"Now if you don't mind, I'll get her dry and wrapped up." Scott nodded and slipped out.

The Doctor acted as he had in the past when he had seen Rose without clothing. He kept it on a strickly medical level, ruthlessly supressing the purely male reaction to her. There was a time to appriciate and a time to attend. Rose was in some discomfort yet, even if her temperature was away from the danger zone.

Scott went ahead of the Doctor, and kindly changed the sheets. He was fast. By the time the Doctor arrived carrying Rose wrapped in his leather jacket and a towel, the bed was made and some blankets gathered.

"Thanks again, Scott." The Doctor's voice was soft, and subdued as he slipped Rose into the bed. The way he looked at her left little doubt the way he felt about her, no matter what they might have said in the past. It was the look Scott gave Ami. Here was something precious to fight or die for.

"I'll do what I can for Ami, if she wants help, when she's ready. And I'll find some way to make that drug cocktail she's worried about ineffective. I don't want you thinking I've forgotten." The Doctor met Scott's eyes.

The psychic trauma of what she'd been forced to do was doubtless going to plague her. But she had to be ready for someone to help her. Ready to deal with and face it. It was, essentually, a mental rape, both for her and Boone. And like the any form of violation, healing could not be rushed, or pushed.

"Good night, Scott." The Doctor kickeed the brakes off the other single hospital bed and shoved it up against Rose's.

Nope, he wasn't going anywhere.