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[Everyone will no doubt notice a new addition to the Plane: a giant Christmas tree. Yes, it’s decorated. Lights, ornaments, candy canes, the works. EVEN TINSEL. Tinsel rocks. Lots of tinsel, really.

There are also quite a few presents stacked under the tree. Each is addressed to a person on the Plane with hilariously appropriate - or possibly inappropriate - wrapping paper.

There is a sign near the tree which reads, “Thank you very much for helping us. Please accept a gift, completely and utterly free. It is our payment. We feel you’ve earned it! Did you know some trees stay green in the winter? But they‘re so prickly.”

At the bottom of the sign a small scribbled note reads, “We tried to bake cookies but even we wouldn’t eat those.”]

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[Have a Ianto, Martha. Staring at where blood is dripping from her back.] ...Martha?

[she, uh, sort of tried to bandage it, really!] ...hm?

You seem to be... dripping slightly.

[she winces] Oh, hell, I thought I'd bandaged that enough. I used my last shirt on it, too!

I could probably spare you a proper first aid kit, if you wanted one.

[sigh] They really ought to be stitched, but I can't reach them.

I tried to do my own stitches once. Can't say I did a very good job of it.

I'll be fine - ow - if I just rebandage them tighter. [except she won't be; and she's still dripping]

Not whilst you're bleeding like that you won't be.

I should probably lie down somewhere...put some pressure on the wounds. [did she just sway slightly? it's possible!]

...lying down would probably be a good idea.

[nod] Is there somewhere quiet I can go to change these bandages?

I expect most of the Plane will be quiet until the novelty of the tree wears off. The kitchen might be good. You could wash it a bit there.

Well, at least everybody isn't trying to kill each other right now. [she starts heading in the direction of the kitchen, leaning on Ianto a bit for support]

[Ianto takes as much weight as she needs him to, stepping away from her only once they're next to the kitchen counter so she'll still have something for support.]

[she hisses with pain as she leans against the counter, taking the pack off her back and setting it down. as soon as she does, the blood-soaked remnants of her shirt fall out from under her coat] Could you put a pot of water on the hob, Ianto?

[He looks a little surprised by the request for a moment, but does as he's asked.]

[Martha sheds her coat and starts looking around for rags to boil]

...I could go and fetch you some stuff from Torchwood if you told me what you needed.

[aha, tea towels! she puts them in the pot of water, thinking for a moment] If I clean the wounds with those, I should just need dressings. [loads of dressings, apparently, given the large slash marks criss-crossing her back] And some anaesthetic would be absolutely brilliant.

You sure you won't need stitches?

[she wobbles again while she's standing; the blood loss is definitely starting to affect her] I...don't think so. [which is an utter lie, but Martha is being stupid right now]

[Ianto's not even a doctor and he can tell. So he drops, and when he returns he has a stitch kit as well as what she's asked for.]

[Martha's leaning heavily against the counter when Ianto comes back, and she looks like she's barely clinging to consciousness at this point]

[Oh, crap. Maybe leaving her alone wasn't such a good idea.] You don't need a blood transfusion too, do you?