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[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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[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Ah, right. [nods, keeping his hands on Ryotarou and making sure to drag him back to the TARDIS]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You'll owe me for this, you know.

Now help me lift the body. Gentle; they're more fragile when already damaged.

[lifting up Ryotarou! Like a couch, but human-shaped]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

I know. Thank you.

[helps him lift Ryotarou to the medical bay table] It was that other immortal that attacked him. Firo.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I've never met him.

How advanced is the equipment? Anything to accelerate healing?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

He seemed sane enough. 1920's gangster, I think.

Uhm. [looks around] Ah, yeah. Nothing great but-- [opens a drawer and pulls out a rolled up kit, tossing it to him] --Med Kit from Gathron.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Yes, because they're the height of morality. Fun, though. Always liked the 20's.

[pulls out the kit, then grabs one of the bottles and dabs a cloth with it] Clean up the wound with this. It washes, it acts as an antiseptic, and it accelerates healing. Tell me when you're finished.

[steps away and starts setting up needles for blood transfusion. Checking for blood type and all, yanno. Fortunately, the TARDIS can synthesis blood! Useful thing, TARDISes]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Well he didn't seem like he'd do this.

[takes the bottle and works on the wounds, frowning a little] Actually, Ryotarou said he was sick.

[then he steps back a second later] That should work.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Sick how?

[goes to examine wounds] Good, it's clotted. He'll be fine.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I'll find out later, though.

[looks slightly relieved] Oh, good.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You'll want to stay with him, I assume?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[chews on his bottom lip] You'd make sure he's all right?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

He won't bleed any more. The TARDIS will supply him with as much blood as necessary before shutting the machine off. It will keep him unconscious until it feels he has healed enough. I could walk away now and he'd be fine, barring malfunctions.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[nods] Uhm, when he wakes up, if I'm not back yet, do you mind just sort of...checking on him? Well and showing him where the door is. He could get lost for weeks in here.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Where are you off to? I'm not babysitting.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

I was going to check on that Firo. He's still dangerous.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[stands up] Whatever you choose to do, I'm not staying. And if you elect to visit Firo, I'll be accompanying you.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[frowns] Why would you come with me?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Because you're stupid and suicidal.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

I appreciate the worry, really, but I'll be fine. I'm not going to get myself killed.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Too bad. If you leave this TARDIS, you leave it with me.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[so not whining] Oi, Master. A little trust?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

C'mon. I really won't get hurt. Promise.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[yes, whining more] What if I don't go to find Firo?