http://leapoffayth.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] leapoffayth.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-08-28 10:53 pm

Holes and Patches [OPEN FREE FOR ALL]

After the battle, the warriors' task was over. Their job, for now, was to rest and recover for the time being.

The healers' job, on the other hand, was far from over. Some exhausted from the battle, others rotating in, they took to their bay and continued the process of treating the wounded. Some patients were free to leave in a few minutes, while others would have some time (or quite some time) on the cots. Their mission: relax. Stay as still as possible.

Unfortunately, the temptation of so many familiar faces alive and about would ultimately prove to be too great. Keeping track of this group was going to be a third task all its own.

[this is a free for all for all your injured! Have them socialize, be thorns in the medics' side, try to escape, or bring the medics together for some action. Just note in your post if you'd like a medic to visit your character---if not, it's time for a chat!]

[identity profile] hullo-sweetie.livejournal.com 2011-08-30 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
"They don't know about the power surge. As far as I can tell, it only swept through the outside of the TARDIS. So, they probably think I did all of that extra damage." Her perfect blonde curls did seem a bit more frizzy then usual. Like an electric current had gone through her body.

When the dosage goes up, she feels her eyes growing heavier. It became harder to concentrate, but she still gave him a sleepy smile when he touched her shoulder. "Baby Pond? Never been called that."
Edited 2011-08-30 01:28 (UTC)
theboywhowaits: (Nurse Rory)

[personal profile] theboywhowaits 2011-08-30 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
"You can tell them about all that later, River. Don't worry." He'd need to check for any damage caused by that power surge.

"Then we'll need to fix that. Sleep, Melody. Rest. You'll be fine." His voice was soft, little more than a whisper. The same tone he would use to sooth Molly when she was fussy.

[identity profile] hullo-sweetie.livejournal.com 2011-08-30 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
"No, too many questions about how I survived." Even she was fuzzy on the details of that.

Yawning, her eyes begin to close. She's drifting, warm and fuzzy, with her father's voice telling her everything would be alright.

Yup. She's off to dream land.