"Don't move, Daniel," Howard says in a strangely commanding tone for a voice that hasn't finished dropping yet. He's shifted into his medic mindset, where the sarcasm and babbling is replaced by deadly seriousness. He pulls Daniel's hand away from from the injury and wipes the dribble of blood away from Daniel's eyes, noting the tiny pupils. Not a good sign, but at least Daniel recognizes him. "You had a bad fall and got knocked out. Just don't move none until I figure out how bad you're hurt."
He finishes cutting Daniel's shirt off and looks back up at the Master. "Alright. We'll run him for arrhythmia and all when we get him back to the ship, try and figure it out." Howard hopes it's some health problem with Daniel. At least then his hands are clean of this.
Some reddening on the torso, no crackling of air under skin, no change in breathing. Not enough to rule internal injuries out, but if they exist they're probably musculoskeletal and not organ damage. Which means they deal with the head wound first.
Howard puts another handful of gauze in Daniel's hand and guides Daniel's hand up to the injury. "Okay, keep pressure on here, Daniel. Do you remember where we are?"
Do you remember what day it is? Yeah, right.
"Do you feel nauseous, Daniel? Does anything hurt besides your head, Daniel?" It's a lot of questions, so Howard tries to ask them clearly and slowly and repeat Daniel's name to keep his attention.
He turns back to the Master, slightly peeved that the Master isn't even offering to help, but for all he knows the Master doesn't know the first thing about first aid and doesn't want to make anything worse. But Howard doubts that. "I'm not going to be able to haul him out of here on my own, if I have to. You gonna help or should we get the," his voice goes a bit dry, "the bugs upstairs?"
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He finishes cutting Daniel's shirt off and looks back up at the Master. "Alright. We'll run him for arrhythmia and all when we get him back to the ship, try and figure it out." Howard hopes it's some health problem with Daniel. At least then his hands are clean of this.
Some reddening on the torso, no crackling of air under skin, no change in breathing. Not enough to rule internal injuries out, but if they exist they're probably musculoskeletal and not organ damage. Which means they deal with the head wound first.
Howard puts another handful of gauze in Daniel's hand and guides Daniel's hand up to the injury. "Okay, keep pressure on here, Daniel. Do you remember where we are?"
Do you remember what day it is? Yeah, right.
"Do you feel nauseous, Daniel? Does anything hurt besides your head, Daniel?" It's a lot of questions, so Howard tries to ask them clearly and slowly and repeat Daniel's name to keep his attention.
He turns back to the Master, slightly peeved that the Master isn't even offering to help, but for all he knows the Master doesn't know the first thing about first aid and doesn't want to make anything worse. But Howard doubts that. "I'm not going to be able to haul him out of here on my own, if I have to. You gonna help or should we get the," his voice goes a bit dry, "the bugs upstairs?"