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[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Zeronos staggers away from where he left the ZeroLiner's back car he'll get it back into his own reality eventually, with a bleeding stab wound in his abdomen. He pulls the card out of the belt buckle, and it seems to just dissolve into nothing. He pulls the belt off next, ending the transformation, and revealing Ryotarou as the one underneath the costume — he has a slash wound very close to the previously mentioned stab wound, and he looks in bad shape.]

H-help. Please...

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[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

A fight... [shakes his head a little]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[rests his hand on Ryotarou's shoulder, trying to help steady him] Who did this?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Appreciates this, really.] I don't... know his name. I think he's sick, actually.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[looks down for a moment, frowning deeply before nodding] Sick how?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

He... he had a fever, and he didn't look well. [voice keeps wavering between strong and quiet] I think... he hallucinated something, when he attacked me.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head] Still. Sick or not, he shouldn't be loose like this. What's he look like?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Ah... [insert a description of Firo here, because the mun kind of fails at that]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[listens and nods] Right. I'll be on the lookout for him, then. Anything I can do for you right now?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head a little; he's still bleeding and such but dklnfd] Unless 'Doctor' is more than just your name...

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[perhaps a bit sheepish, not sounding as wound up] Ah, well. Doctorate of Thermodynamics, technically. Some medical knowledge, yeah, but medical application, well...

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[nods] Then... probably not really..

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[frowns, mostly because of himself being useless] I keep meaning to stop for nanogenes somewhere.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Nanogenes? [wobbles a bit fknds]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[puts both hands on Ryotarou now] Erm, they're tiny machines that patch and repair. Brilliant little things. Could even revive the dead with the right type and amount.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[fading fast, he's lost a little too much blood by now] They... could?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[his voice raises, sounding scared now as he tightens his grip on Ryotarou] Ryotarou? C'mon, hey, tell me about something. Anything. Just stay with me.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Anything? Ryotarou closes his eyes for a second, then blinks them open halfway. Anything...]

I'm.. not allowed to paint the house anymore...

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[gives a half smile at that]

I don't think I'm allowed near paint in the first place. [then, still a little scared but firm] You'll be all right.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Why...? ... Mm. [Eyes close again, and he kind of... falls onto you, Ten. Sorry, Ryotarou's left the building.]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[and the Doctor's eyes widen a bit but he shifts, trying to heave Ryotarou up to get him some help]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[just walking on by to see the Doctor with a body]

I hope you're not killing people and then angsting about it again. I had to come up with a "BELIEVE IN ME WHO BELIEVES IN YOU" speech for your other self the other day to get him out of it. It was annoying and I don't feel like doing it again.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[he would glare at him but FRIEND DYING ON HIM so important matters first]

I found him like this. Can you do anything for him? Slash wounds, I think.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Why would I do anything for him?

[yeah, he's running you through the hoops first, Doctor. Perform quickly]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[oh the hoops. good thing he's getting trained well]

Please help him. I don't want him to die.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Then we get him back to the TARDIS medical bay. Come on. Hands on him, return to our reality. Not hard.