Someone call the whaaambulance!

[ghostlighter]

[Aniki notices the heat first. It swims up from under her skin, starting, bizarrely, at the shoulders, rolling down her arms, back up and then down through her chest. She shivers, and her ears start to ring. She gives Chris a flushed, hazy look.] I hope this is what you meant by feeling a bit funny, lad. [It's getting a bit hard to sit up.]

I... actually, I'm not sure. [Not that he's about to admit that he had a miracle worker healer growing up, and afterwards most of his injuries were too large for simple medicine like aspirin to do the job so he's really never used it much. He's a bit worried by the reaction, though.] How many did you take?

I don't know. You didn't say how many I was supposed to. [Her stomach hurts, though that's just an intensifying of what she's felt for the last few days. The dizziness of the headache is back, too. Joy on joy.]

You were looking right at the bottle! I thought you were reading the instructions. [He paces a few steps, out of what looks to be just annoyance.]

[Glare. Though not a very focused one. And she'll be laying down now.] I was looking at the cracknobbed pictures on it. I assumed you'd say something if the rest was important.

How was I supposed to know? Don't you even have pills where you're from?

[Is not going to start the whole 'I'm from here' argument again.] Not like those! [She tries to take a breath around the heartbeat slowly climbing to a blacksmith's hammer in her throat. The stars look like they're melting, now, and she feels vaguely like she herself is melting into the ground.]

I think I might be needing a bit of help.

(ooc: ... Yeah. Chris accidentally enabled Aniki to poison herself. On accident. Really.)

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[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

No. No no. Nonononono. [Rolling away from them now.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[No rolling. >\] It's the quickest way of getting it of getting it out of your system.

I'm not sure about the Doctor, but I know Martha is.

[ghostlighter]

[Chris moves in front of her to block her path, but his attention is on Ianto.]

The Doctor? Then what is he, if he's not actually a doctor? [Putting away Martha's name for later, yes.]

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[GLARE. Yes rolling. The other direction, then.] Sarden mad bastards, leave me alone.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Blocking her from the other side.]

[Shrugs.] No idea. He might be a doctor, he might not be. It's just what he calls himself.

[ghostlighter]

But if he's not a doctor, then... that kind of defeats the purpose, doesn't it?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Up on her hands and knees, now, profoundly annoyed.] Stomach pumping. What in the gods' many names kind of world are you two from?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

One where overdosing can be solved fairly easily.

Like I said; he might be. But so far as I can tell that's his name, not qualification.

[ghostlighter]

[And since Ianto got the question, Chris will continue to ignore Aniki. His bedside manner is all sorts of awesome, isn't it?]

... What kind of person names their kid 'Doctor'?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[...they may notice she has gone quiet. This is because she is trying to gather her thoughts enough to drop from the plane]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

How would I know? I've never met his parents. [Ianto just assumes it's because she's sick. Sorry, Aniki.]

[ghostlighter]

[Chris is similarly hoping assuming the same.] Maybe they really wanted him to go into the medical field when he was a kid.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Quietly] Damn it.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Maybe. If that's the case I dread to think what the Master's parents wanted him to be.

[Glancing down at Aniki.] ...you alright?

[ghostlighter]

The Master. I— do I want to know?

[And now she's got his attention.] What was that?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Nothing. [Back to trying to focus, not looking up at either of them.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Trust me; you really don't.

...I think we should find someone who can actually help her. [Checking your pulse now, Aniki.]

[ghostlighter]

Got it. [He'll just have to snoop around some other time, then.]

Like who? None of the people you mentioned are around, are they?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Her pulse, she is fast. Very fast. She tugs away.] ...breaking my concentration.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Not that I can see... do you think you could take her to your reality?

[ghostlighter]

[to Aniki] Concentration?

[to Ianto] ... take her to my reality? You can do that?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't mind a say in all this.