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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[ 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. ]