[ after she gets her own self sorted out — fortunately, this time, she's only left with a few scrapes and bruises — she makes her usual rounds within the infirmary to help where she can. there are a few faces she recognizes, some she's still getting to learn, but after a day or two she frees herself up to personally root out a few faces she knows need checking up on.
after all, given who stood at the center of the mess... well. ]
Doctor? [ her knock starts out gentle on his door, but if not answered right away will get a bit more insistent. ] Are you in?
[ He has been working through one of the books that Kakashi had left for him, each chapter just a little more saucier than the last, and all of it very perplexing. He had no idea humans were so capable of — of that.
At the sound of Marta's voice from the other side of the door, the Doctor quite literally chucks the book across the room where it winds up getting caught behind the desk, sliding its way to the floor underneath the desk's chair. ]
Yes! Hello! I'm in, I'm in — a bit tied up to this bed, but I'm here. I don't suppose I can't just leave now, can I?
[ Says the alien fool still injured, still obviously injured, and wincing even as he tries to push himself up on his little mountain of pillows. ]
[ the sound of book hitting wall is alarming, but not nearly as much as the sight of the doctor huddled up in bed, clearly injured, clearly unhappy about it. (though she can't say for certain if he looks more upset about the injury, or the bedrest.)
she forgets decorum for the moment and walks right up to where he's laying, holding a hand out to gently urge him back down. ]
You're hurt. What happened?
[ considering the timing, she can make a pretty educated guess. but better to let him talk while she discreetly looks him over; it'll probably keep him preoccupied enough not to try and get up again. ]
There was a bit of an accident, I suppose. [ Putting it mildly. ] Back on the train.
[ The Doctor huffs, but he does relent to what Marta guides him to do. He leans back against the soft pillows at his back, many of which he'd requested because there was never really any position he could find any comfort in: possibly it's because the beds themselves are uncomfortable. And possibly it's because everything else involved in this rather frustrating situation can't quite shake the impatience or the need to constantly be moving, just to have something to do. If this were any other normal circumstance he might risk using a bit of regenerative energy to heal himself — but if he were to use even the slightest bit of it now, there's a very, very good chance he would end up blowing half of the station up in the energy explosion.
And obviously that's not something he's at all willing to do. ]
Don't get in the way of sharp, stabby things, Marta, or you'll end up stuck in bed with all you medical sort poking about. Plus, it really, really hurts! Do all humans have to wait this long before it starts to hurt a little less?
[ marta appreciates your caution, doctor — or rather she would, and on behalf of everyone on the station too, if she knew anything at all about what was involved.
hearing about an incident on the train has her nodding knowingly. she offers him a sympathetic smile and a pat to his hand. ]
Unfortunately, [ she hums. she takes comfort in the apparent fact he'd already been seen, and resists the urge to check on him herself. instead, she reaches over and tries to fluff up a pillow for him. ]
We've learned some tricks along the way. Painkillers, for one. [ she arches a brow at him. ] Ice cream sundaes, too.
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after all, given who stood at the center of the mess... well. ]
Doctor? [ her knock starts out gentle on his door, but if not answered right away will get a bit more insistent. ] Are you in?
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At the sound of Marta's voice from the other side of the door, the Doctor quite literally chucks the book across the room where it winds up getting caught behind the desk, sliding its way to the floor underneath the desk's chair. ]
Yes! Hello! I'm in, I'm in — a bit tied up to this bed, but I'm here. I don't suppose I can't just leave now, can I?
[ Says the alien fool still injured, still obviously injured, and wincing even as he tries to push himself up on his little mountain of pillows. ]
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she forgets decorum for the moment and walks right up to where he's laying, holding a hand out to gently urge him back down. ]
You're hurt. What happened?
[ considering the timing, she can make a pretty educated guess. but better to let him talk while she discreetly looks him over; it'll probably keep him preoccupied enough not to try and get up again. ]
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[ The Doctor huffs, but he does relent to what Marta guides him to do. He leans back against the soft pillows at his back, many of which he'd requested because there was never really any position he could find any comfort in: possibly it's because the beds themselves are uncomfortable. And possibly it's because everything else involved in this rather frustrating situation can't quite shake the impatience or the need to constantly be moving, just to have something to do. If this were any other normal circumstance he might risk using a bit of regenerative energy to heal himself — but if he were to use even the slightest bit of it now, there's a very, very good chance he would end up blowing half of the station up in the energy explosion.
And obviously that's not something he's at all willing to do. ]
Don't get in the way of sharp, stabby things, Marta, or you'll end up stuck in bed with all you medical sort poking about. Plus, it really, really hurts! Do all humans have to wait this long before it starts to hurt a little less?
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hearing about an incident on the train has her nodding knowingly. she offers him a sympathetic smile and a pat to his hand. ]
Unfortunately, [ she hums. she takes comfort in the apparent fact he'd already been seen, and resists the urge to check on him herself. instead, she reaches over and tries to fluff up a pillow for him. ]
We've learned some tricks along the way. Painkillers, for one. [ she arches a brow at him. ] Ice cream sundaes, too.
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But he does like the attention Marta gives him, liking attention at all, and straightens a little (as best he can) while she tends to his pillows. ]
Oh, well, I do like ice cream sundaes. No one ever told me about the ice cream sundaes. Does that mean I can request one?
[ Painkillers are kind of a nah from him dawg, especially if ice cream sundaes exist. ]