fracturedrp | Tea Times and Time Lords

Donna sighs, she's past the point of caring and wants to just get to feeling better. Or be given a bed to curl up in... "Yeah? What's takin' the Martian so long?"

With the Doctor, who knows?

And we're not Martians.

She has enough energy to roll her eyes. Then she snaps, "I know that! Been with 'im long enough to know!"

Well it's annoying!

Taunting an ill Donna is never a good idea. She responds crossly, "Then run along and play with your friend like you said you would!" But yelling actually made her headache worse and she groans at the end.

. . . you might want to not shout, it's bad for the headache.

The Doctor finally arrives there at the HUB he comes running down into the little autopsy bay to find Donna. He's shocked at what he's seeing and he then looks over to Master.

He leaves it and knowing the other option for Donna wasn't one he wanted. "Donna.." The Doctor has a big black leather bag in his hands and he drops it on the autopsy table. "..I'm here. I didn't forget you and almost had a run in with the mistletoe myself."

The Doctor dismisses Owen to the side, he's better in this field than Owen or Martha. "Why did you burn the mistletoe?" He complains to Master and then his attention returns to Donna. He grabs what appears to be the same tool he used to peer into her eyes when they first met.

I didn't burn it, I shocked it. And I was trying to kill it fast enough that it wouldn't do this, not my fault it didn't work.

Donna seems to come to her senses, "Doctor... you can fix this, right?" For some reason, now that he's there, she's able to let her panic show a bit more. She suddenly clings to him and whispers, "Please help me... I'm so scared."

Owen comes back to give something mild to help with the pain but to keep Donna from falling asleep. He had ran off to his lab to take a look at what he found. "Well it bloody took you. I seriously hate this crap that's springing up ere."

He won't admit he hasn't been sleeping good and the worn look on Harper's face is visible. "Jack's got traffic to deal with but he'll be here also." The doctor glances back at Donna and he administers her a simple Tylenol for the pain. "Just what ever you do, don't fall asleep on us."

The Doctor returns the hug to Donna, with the tool held tightly in his hand. "It could of killed her. Jack. Jack said something about kissing. He was kissed recently and that fixed it for him."

He pulls Donna in close and he tries to comfort her. "I'll fix this for you, I won't go anywhere until you're better, yeah? The doctor's got a point sleep isn't good for you. Still it's a good idea for him to take a nap on a park bench.""

She pulls out of his embrace when Owen arrives with the paracetamol. She looks to the Doctor before taking it... Who knows if it really is safe or not. At the mention of sleep she looks seriously at him, "But I'm so tired... I've held out this long, I don't know how long I'll last. And my head... hurts so bad."

A whimper escapes and she whispers, "It... it k-killed the hand..."

And would you have been willing to kiss a man-eater, Doctor?

"Safest thing for you," The Doctor says, while he takes in the pill and wouldn't want to risk anything else for her right now. The Doctor steps back to let Owen do anything else he needs to. "Sleep's very overrated but we don't need you turning into Sleeping Beauty."

Then there's the mention of the hand dying and his brown eyes almost seem to widen in horror. "There's some type of trauma to you because of either the mistletoe or the death of the hand. The hand and you have a telepathic link, I got one to that ninny in tweed."

Matt is hanging out over the railing with the rainbow colored Meta-Crisis. He's just as under slept as Owen is now.

Donna turns to Owen and takes the pills and water he brought. She doesn't like the look in the Doctor's eyes and likes what he says even less.

Reminiscent of their first meeting she looks at him but doesn't ask the same question. She's too ill to sugar-coat it, "Will I die too?"

The Doctor steps well away from Owen when he brings those pills around, he's not going to chance them having aspirin in them. "No, we're going to do our best to make sure you don't die Donna. We'll help Wee and we'll make you well."

"You got a brilliant doctor here, course stuff of the mind leave to me," The Doctor offers with a friendly and kind smile. "I'll stay up with you. I don't sleep too much anyway."

She speaks sarcastically, "That's reassuring." But at least he didn't out-right lie this time. She pulls back her biting tone just a touch, "What happened to me? Do you even know?"

Probably that bloody fucking plant sent you the psychic backlash when I killed it. Which is still better than starving to death under it or some damned thing.

The Doctor steps closer when the threat of dropping dead is eventually clear. "I think there's both the hand and then the backlash from the mistletoe. It. It drains neural energies from those it imprisons. It was going to suck the life out of Donna.."

He's not happy when he speaks about this and he sighs. "Jack told me on his way here he came across it. He was kissed during one of his encounters."

And good thing he stepped in closer because about that point, Donna looses her fight with staying conscious. There's a sense of letting go she can do now, since the Doctor is here and she feels safer. Basically? She doesn't have to fight now.

Well hell.

Any ideas, Doctor?

"She'll live," The Doctor tries to hide any uncertainty he might have from Donna. He takes hold of the white board from Owen to see what if anything can be found. The fact of if Donna will manage to survive. "Donna, we need you to stay up. I'll take you to meet Janet. I know Janet's a daft name for a Weevil." He knows she doesn't have the energy to move and he looks worried for her.

"Let me see what else they have down here we can use," The Doctor goes to pull through the medical equipment that's in the autopsy bay. "Right, I saw a big old scanner in one of the other rooms. It's more hospital-like than it is here. This is good if you're a corpse or need a quick patch job. We're going to the official Cardiff medical suite."

In the time the Doctor and Master had spoken, Donna had slumped and was slowly sliding out of the chair. She is completely unaware of anything going on around her.

*The Master swears in Gallifreyan and grabs her.* Help me do that, would you?

"Donna!" The Doctor cries out and he tries to get her before she slides out of the chair. "Just hold her there!" He barks out at Master and there in a corner is one lone wheelchair that he opens up to go get Donna into. "This isn't good, this is very wrong and I wonder if it has to do more with that hand."

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vf8qjSUJE4k (Need sleeps)

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