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[didorothy]

[Sam is still bloody and bruised from his fight with the monsters. Gene Hunt's camel hide coat is in his arms, pressed close to his chest.]

Lapis, Lazuli. You said you sold anything. I have something I want to buy.

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[didorothy]

He - Gene - There was a - a fight, with one of the monsters. The Godzilla one. [laughs and pulls the coat closer] It's nothing I can't heal from.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[his brow furrows, and he steps closer]

Let me help. There's no need to let yourself get infected, or worse.

[didorothy]

It's nothing worse than the - [he breaks off, fists clenching around the coat, and then he nods] Right. Thank you, Doctor. I appreciate it. Uh... what do you need me to do?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[a faint smile]

Of course.

Take off your shirt, while I fetch some supplies?

[didorothy]

Yes, Doctor. [tugs off his jacket and unbuttons his shirt, fingers trembling slightly, but that's just from the pain]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor abruptly poofs out of existence, returning some time later with a med kit]

How are you feeling?

[didorothy]

Left arm's throbbing, and it's biting all over. Everything hurts - adrenaline's long gone, I guess. But I've hurt worse and lived. Even went to pub after, in fact.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

I've no doubt.

[the Doctor stares at him for a moment, before smiling slightly and shaking his head, kneeling down to set the box on...whatever they're standing on]

You're a very foolish person, Sam Tyler, but impressive nonetheless.

[he rises, a bottle of clear liquid in his hand]

This will clean and sterilise your wounds. It will probably sting.

[that said, he twists off the cap]

[didorothy]

[gives him a smile] Hey, Godzilla is not an easy opponent. And it was eating Manchester. Couldn't just stand there.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[grins at him as he pours some of the liquid on his hand]

Of course not. Though I imagine the majority did...

[starts with his arm, rubbing it in carefully, almost apologetically]

[didorothy]

[biting his lip as he waits, but relaxes somewhat as the Doctor starts, since it's never as bad as you think]

Well, in their defense, they couldn't see it. I think, anyway. I would've thought people would've payed more attention to a - a something getting eaten.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[this may or may not be why the Doctor mentioned said stinging in the first place]

More screaming, I'd imagine - no, the people in my London didn't seem to notice either.

[he moves on to other wounds]

You can't remember what it was?

[didorothy]

[absently rubbing the fabric of Gene's coat] It's not exactly that. I get a - a static, when I try to think of it. I can't think of it. Those twins said that... it was removed from existence, something like that.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[he notes the movement, of course, but reacts only to the words, brow furrowing]

That makes sense, I suppose. If something were to be removed from reality altogether, no memories of it would remain. How they do it, on the other hand...

[he steps back, circles, checking to see if he missed anything]

[didorothy]

No idea. Maybe someone stuck a needle in the wrong part of my brain.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[satisfied, he goes to retrieve the bandages; he pauses, though, eyebrows raised]

You wouldn't know if they did?

[didorothy]

[his eyes widen, and his lips part as if to speak, but he hesitates] I - no, 'course I would.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[he shakes his head as he pulls a thick roll from the kit]

You needn't tell me if you don't wish to, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't lie either.

[a faint smile as he stands, voice lighter]

Or at least do a better job of it than that...

[didorothy]

[laughs a little] It's a bit complicated.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[his smile widens as he begins, deftly and gently; the bandages will conform to him and seal themselves]

I'm rather used to 'complicated'.

[didorothy]

[looks at the bandages]

You said you were from '76?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[he chuckles, stepping back]

No, I said that's where I was currently.

[didorothy]

Where - when are you from?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[he looks thoughtful for a moment; then]

If I tell you where I come from, you'll tell me the same about you. How does that sound?

((*flail* Sorry for the wait.))

[didorothy]

[a pause, and then a nod]