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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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[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[nod] The next time I see him. How far along is this plan of yours, Sam?

[didorothy]

No bloody clue. It's done whenever the reality mergers says it's done. Then we see how angry the cat gets about losing his connection to civilisation.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[raised eyebrow; not asking what his plan is, because, uh, telepathic Time Lords!] Well. If you get hurt - or if anyone else gets hurt - there's probably more medical supplies right here than you'll find anywhere short of a hospital or clinic - and some you won't even find there. So get here and try to get things stabilised, that's my advice.

[didorothy]

[nods]

Thank you, Martha.

[a beat]

Are you all right?

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

As well as can be expected, what with coming back from the dead and all. [small smile]

[didorothy]

Don't push yourself too hard, all right?

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[nod] All right. And - not that it needs saying, especially not to you, but, y'know. Be careful 'round the Master.

[didorothy]

Oh, I will.

[he hesitates again; he knows what it's like, in a general sort of way, but he doesn't really know her. But she has suffered - but then, would he be willing to say anything?]

That mobile has my number on it. You could ring me if you ever want to talk.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[that earns him a genuine smile; not many people make that sort of offer to Martha] I'll keep that in mind, Sam.

[didorothy]

[he smiles back at her, then vanishes from the Plane]