Holes and Patches [OPEN FREE FOR ALL]

[leapoffayth.livejournal.com]

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!]

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No problem, I'll just wait till you find out more :)

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Zouichi glanced back reflexively in the direction the Master was looking, but it seemed most of the medics were rather indisposed, so he put a brief message out over the comms instead.

"Unfortunately," he said, "I'm not really a doctor. I can do some basic medicking, but that's it. What happened to you?"

The Master looked like he was a little worse off than the standard bumps, bruises, and broken bones that afflicted most of those on the battlefield.

[syncopath]

He raised his hands slowly, showing off the burns on the palms. "Little electrical accident," the Master said, and then, unbelievably, giggled.

Surely he'd be fine with a little bed rest. He was a Time Lord, after all. Surely?

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Zouichi raised an eyebrow at the giggling. Wow, okay. Had this guy hit his head on top of everything else? "Looks like more than a 'little'."

He didn't have any medical supplies at the moment, but maybe he could keep the man talking for a while until it was time for his shift. At least distract him a little from the pain.

"You weren't playing around with any faulty wiring or anything, were you?"

[syncopath]

The Master had to full-on laugh at that sort of question, and then decided quickly after that laughing was a Very Bad Idea.

"Undoubtedly," he murmured, closing his eyes.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Ha ha ha, it was hilarious when you blew yourself up. Except not really. Zoucihi took a moment to glance over the Master, trying to assess his level of injuries. He didn't seem like he was going to roll over and die or anything.

"Right. My name is Zouichi; I'm part of Security here."

[syncopath]

Really, it was probably funnier to a Time Lord. The Master re-opened his eyes to consider Zouichi, with maybe a touch more wariness in them.

"Security? Not going to arrest me, are you?" Oh, wouldn't that be just like the Doctor, to pawn his little 'mortal enemy' problem off on someone else at first opportunity.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"Not unless you've done something wrong," Zouichi said. There was the hint of a joking tone in his voice, but he was also eyeing the Master with a touch more interest.

"Then again, it doesn't look like you're a flight risk."

[syncopath]

"Little old me?" the Master murmured. "What could I have done?"

Actually, his record so far on this ship had been flawless, seeing as the TARDIS was clearly out of Stacy's jurisdiction. Clearly. It was really a bit sad.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"You tell me," Zouichi said. "By the way, I don't think you've given me a name."

That must be why Zouichi hadn't seen the Master's name on any arrest reports!

Talked to Sarah and apparently Martha doesn't treat him. The nerve!

[syncopath]

"No? Doesn't it say so on the chart?" The Master is the picture of innocence. "How odd."

In fact, there's probably very little scrawled on the chart-- other than perhaps a few angry, illegible scribbles, judging by Martha's state of mind when she left his bedside.

/gasp!

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"No, it doesn't. But I guess I can just go around asking people for your name, if you don't want to give it out." Sooner or later, he was bound to happen on the Doctor! Probably sooner, because he knew the Doctor.

Zouichi looked around for an available medic, but there were still none around. "I can try to do some basic treatment for your hands, if you'd like -- I sent out on the comm a little while ago, but it seems everyone's busy."

[syncopath]

"That's hardly fair." The Master drummed restlessly, one hand clasped over the other. Despite how much it hurt to do so he couldn't seem to stop.

"Don't suppose you can do anything for the headache." You'd think he'd have been used to it by now, but this was far beyond the usual discomfort.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"It's not," Zouichi agreed. Really? He was worried about his headache more than his hands?

"And not currently, although I could put you out if you wanted." He mimed a brief chopping motion with one hand; he was great at knocking people unconscious! Although it was sort of super bad for you. "I'll go see if I can get something for you."

Zouichi wandered off in the direction where he'd seen Howard looking for supplies previously. Pain medication, bandages, and...

[syncopath]

The Master raised an eyebrow at the chopping motion. If that was the extent of this boy's medical expertise... well, he wouldn't be terribly surprised.

"Hurry back," he muttered sardonically as Zouichi slipped away.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Oh, the Master, he was only trying to be helpful. At any rate, in a minute or two, Zouichi came back with a few supplies.

"Feel like telling me if you're human? Or close enough to it? I borrowed a hypo from someone, but if you're going to have a violent reaction to human pain medication, now's the time to mention it."

[syncopath]

He'd been taking deep breaths, trying to will the drums away, as Zouichi searched. And surprise, surprise- it hadn't been working all that well. His head felt like overripe fruit, in a slow, excruciating process of splitting in two.

The Master eyed the syringe. "What is it?"

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"Anetrizine," Zouichi said, showing him the hypospray in an open palm. "Allergic? Yes? No?"

Because while the Master wasn't being particularly cooperative, Zouichi would prefer if the drug didn't kill him or anything.

[syncopath]

"I have no idea." Rassilon, was he supposed to know of every drug in the universe? Or universes, as the Doctor kept nattering on about? He thought on it a few seconds. A few agonizing, pounding seconds. Then he sighed, closing his eyes.

"Give it to me."

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Zouichi pressed the surface of the applicator to the Master's neck. A soft hissing sound filled the air and hopefully, the Master's symptoms eased almost immediately! Well, that or he went into horrible convulsions.

[syncopath]

The Master waited, tapping out the time on his wrist. Waited for the drug to do something. And really, even a seizure would have been a relief compared to this.

After a while he sighed again, a more comfortable sounding one this time, and relaxed into the cot. The drums were still there, but fading gradually into the background as his secondary headache dissipated. His fingers felt numb. Rassilon, it was wonderful.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Hurray! No horrible death throes! Zouichi took the opportunity presented by the Master relaxing back into the cot to take one of his burned hands to examine.

"Well, looks like you're close enough."

[syncopath]

He let Zouichi take his hand with no resistance, watching him dispassionately. The Master didn't know how long the drug would last, considering a Time Lord's metabolic differences, but frankly it was difficult to care about anything right now.

"What do you think, Doc?" he smirked. "Will I play the violin again?"

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"You'll have to work hard to regain your position as concert master," Zouichi said dryly, taking up a small container of ointment. He began daubing it carefully onto the Master's burns. Boy, that medication sure had worked wonders on the guy's disposition. Maybe he should start carrying it around.

"But I believe in you."

[syncopath]

It was rather amazing what a reprieve from the pain and pressure of the drums could do for a Time Lord. Honestly, the Master could only remember feeling quite this relaxed after burning Paris to the ground and lording it over the Doctor for days.

"Of course you do," and the Master smiled widely. "Humans. You're so quick to believe in anything and everything, aren't you?"

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, apparently his hunch had been right. The Master just looked human. Or humans looked Time Lord

"I'm not a human," Zouichi said, beginning to bandage one of the Master's hands without jostling the burned areas. It was a statement of fact, not a protest. "I'm a Synthetic Human. May I assume, then, that you pride yourself in sowing misinformation?"