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[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[Martha, feeling decidedly weird (as anybody would after being shot and brought back to life), is quietly sitting on her cot near the kitchen, going through the medical supplies she has there and making a neat list of what's there and what she needs to get on a yellow legal pad she has resting on her lap.

Because she feels weird, she isn't as cautious as she might normally be, and one of the scalpels slips and slices deep into the pad of her left thumb. She curses under her breath, then notices that the blood oozing from the cut appears to be black. She grabs a gauze pad and presses it to her thumb to stem the bleeding - and so she can run tests on it later.]

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[twatular.livejournal.com]

[Oh look, it's an Owen! Who... doesn't quite know what to say!]

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[Martha gives him an uncertain smile] Owen.

[twatular.livejournal.com]

[Wanders over, expression turning into a slight smirk, but his eyes are on her hand] Welcome back.

[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

[Sealink really hasn't talked to Martha enough, so here she is.]

Well, I ain't never seen blood like that before. And honey, I seen a lot of things.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[Martha looks a little worried] Neither have I.

[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

[Noses at her, a little more concerned now that Martha's worry is apparent.] You're saying it weren't like that before now?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

You went to where the lights burn through your lashes.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[nod] Had a nice cup of tea.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

I didn't get tea. [She sounds deeply offended by this.]

[didorothy]

[Sam knows that blood. He's very quiet, then--]

It happens to all of us who--you wake up with that. No one back home will notice.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[grimace] Any other fun side-effects that I haven't discovered yet?

[didorothy]

I hear you lose or gain ... something. But I haven't found anything in me yet. ...Could be an allergy to mustard, for all I know.

[contract_star]

[Oh lord, Hei knows what that means.]

...Martha?

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[she gives him a smile that isn't quite as exuberant as usual] Hello, Hei.

[contract_star]

[He stares at the blood.] When did it happen?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[You know what? I give up on propriety. It's boring. Have a kitty!Ianto, Martha. Now with added collar, which you can probably hear jingling as he approaches.]

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[uhhhhhh...........]

...

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He stops in front of her, then rubs his unscratched cheek against her knee, demanding attention.]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Martha.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[this is Martha pretending there's nothing wrong! so she smiles at Ten and furtively hides her thumb] Hello, Doctor.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[slow grin] You're back.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Okay, Brigitta has never seen black blood coming from a human before] ...Um.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he's seen that blood before]

Martha?

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[secretly hiding her hand] Hello. [smile]

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he can see you hiding your hand] What happened? [frowns, concerned]