[Things are most definitely jumbled, a confusing mix of everything that's gone one since he'd woken back up most of what's on the surface. The other memories, from earlier, are deeper down, harder to coax up and still somewhat blurry and incomplete. But eventually enough of them came through to form a picture of sorts.
Jamie had been on the Plane, intending on taking care of his pet, when a noise from behind him caused him to start to turn - only for his leg to buckle a few moments later as a bullet struck it. Of the person who'd shot him, there were no clues, not even a clear idea where they'd been standing when they'd shot him. The rest was patchy, at best, hints of an effort to try and stop the bleeding that had failed, and the spiral down into darkness that had followed. After that, there was nothing, until he'd woken up on that table in the lab with that broken knife next to him.
And now there they were, with Jamie trying to keep his mind as focused as he could so the Doctor could see what had happened.]
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Jamie had been on the Plane, intending on taking care of his pet, when a noise from behind him caused him to start to turn - only for his leg to buckle a few moments later as a bullet struck it. Of the person who'd shot him, there were no clues, not even a clear idea where they'd been standing when they'd shot him. The rest was patchy, at best, hints of an effort to try and stop the bleeding that had failed, and the spiral down into darkness that had followed. After that, there was nothing, until he'd woken up on that table in the lab with that broken knife next to him.
And now there they were, with Jamie trying to keep his mind as focused as he could so the Doctor could see what had happened.]