The Doctor pulled back instinctively as the patient reared up against the energy tentacles, sending them crackling and sparking. Probably a good thing in this case that he was restrained, which was rather good forward thinking on Kon's part. Or Conner, according to Tim. He rather liked Conner better, perfectly good name with two syllables. The Doctor, once he was sure he wasn't going to get tackled through the restraints or bitten, laid a hand on Conner's forehead and tilted his head, not blinking. Burning to the touch, which he supposed made sense what with all the changes. Conner's mass and internal organs were probably bonkers with changes like these.
Pulling his hand back, the Doctor turned toward Tim.
"I'll have a look at the readings. Make sure he takes his time with this," turning to eye Conner thrashing about, the Doctor opted instead to set the not-candy cane to the side, wheeling around to face Tim again.
The Doctor eyed Conner, then checked his wrist watch, as if that was the most important thing to do in the world. The hands spun, twitched and stuttered backward in uneven bursts. He dropped his hand to his side. Collected his tools. Glanced back over at Conner with Tim by his side.
"He'll be fine," the Doctor lied. "But to be safe, I'd consider trying to put him in stasis. Multi-dimensional ship this size, I'm assuming it would have a proper stasis chamber onboard. At least temporarily."
After all, Stacy had pulled them not across multiple dimensions and planets, but entirely different time periods. That wasn't exactly easy and there had to be something in place to protect the ship and her inhabitants against cross-dimensional temporal infection, right? At least the kind of massive, broad kind, not the "smaller" ones that apparently slipped through, like Conner's case. As it was, the Doctor thought he could try to sort this out, but he needed to know what he was dealing with and get a closer look at those readings. Right now he couldn't save Conner with what he had on hand. The Doctor shot a last look over his shoulder at the two and then left, heading back toward the Hanger and the TARDIS.
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Pulling his hand back, the Doctor turned toward Tim.
"I'll have a look at the readings. Make sure he takes his time with this," turning to eye Conner thrashing about, the Doctor opted instead to set the not-candy cane to the side, wheeling around to face Tim again.
The Doctor eyed Conner, then checked his wrist watch, as if that was the most important thing to do in the world. The hands spun, twitched and stuttered backward in uneven bursts. He dropped his hand to his side. Collected his tools. Glanced back over at Conner with Tim by his side.
"He'll be fine," the Doctor lied. "But to be safe, I'd consider trying to put him in stasis. Multi-dimensional ship this size, I'm assuming it would have a proper stasis chamber onboard. At least temporarily."
After all, Stacy had pulled them not across multiple dimensions and planets, but entirely different time periods. That wasn't exactly easy and there had to be something in place to protect the ship and her inhabitants against cross-dimensional temporal infection, right? At least the kind of massive, broad kind, not the "smaller" ones that apparently slipped through, like Conner's case. As it was, the Doctor thought he could try to sort this out, but he needed to know what he was dealing with and get a closer look at those readings. Right now he couldn't save Conner with what he had on hand. The Doctor shot a last look over his shoulder at the two and then left, heading back toward the Hanger and the TARDIS.