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[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor appears beside the elegant armchair he brought to the Plane ages ago; once again, he is battered and exhausted; his eyes are bloodshot, his body pale and bruised, his jacket torn and his shirt stained with gore

in one hand, he's clutching a laser gun; it, too, is dirty with violence

he lets it clatter to the ground, collapses into the chair, and mutters]

I really do hate Daleks.

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[solvethemystery.livejournal.com]

A species unique to your own world?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[straightens, as he gazes up at him; his voice is even, if a bit hoarse]

To my universe, yes - or rather, our set of universes. I certainly hope so, at least.

[solvethemystery.livejournal.com]

Oh my! They can't follow you, can they?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Doctor! [kneels beside him, concerned] Doctor, are you well? Let me help?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[musters a wry but warm smile, and slowly shakes his head]

I'll...be fine. I just need a little while to recover.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[holds him] What happened?

[didorothy]

[runs up to him immediately and starts looking him over]

Do you need a medic?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[smiles up at him, before carefully shaking his head]

I'll be all right, Sam. But thank you.

[didorothy]

Is there anything I can do to help? What happened?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[fdskj] Signore! [It is a Henrietta with large, dove-gray wings. ]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[slight smile] Henrietta. I'm...

You have wings.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[jsdlkfjsdf] Y...yes. It's an experiment, I guess. They... [BLUSHING NOW BECAUSE IT SOUNDS SILLY.] They made me an... an angel, I guess.

Oh! That means... [Frowning. In an experimental tone:] You're... healed now? [AND POOF, HE IS HEALED. She looks delighted with herself.]

Then... maybe... You're clothes are clean, too? [Once again, as soon as the words are out of her mouth, he's tidied up and gore-free.]

Um. Will you be all right now?

[sifud.livejournal.com]

[Makin' with the glowy healing waters now.] Do people always come here hurt?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[his eyes widen considerably] It...does seem rather common.

[sifud.livejournal.com]

[ :\ ] It's Waterbending. It's... well, not the same as what I was doing before. Another kind. [Gently cleaning and healing his bruises and things.]

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

Doctor! What happened? Are you alright?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[straightens immediately, repressing a wince] Yes, I'm all right.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[darkly] The one benefit to our future.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[quietly] I very much hope so.

Davros, at least, seems as easy to kill as a cockroach.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[Walks over, concerned]

Well, it's good to know some people still feel that way. You all right, then?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[wry, pained smile] I believe I just killed the last man who wouldn't, so I'm better than I might be.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[considering what she's been through lately? gore isn't all that bad. Least he's not a zombie]

Are you hurt? That's not your's, is it? If it is you need a doctor.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Only a bit, Fumie. A spot of patching up should do well enough. [his brow furrows] Others...were not so lucky.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

[Insert flailing here.]

Doctor!

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[...awww

SMILE]

Zuko. I'm all right. More or less.