A typical Doctor Who companion injury [open, post-rebellion]

[splendid_roman]

Of all things, Ian hadn't been expected to be bested by a tree. That it was a tree that moved without the wind should have given him a clue, but, well, it was a tree. He'd got too close, it got a good hit in, he'd landed awkwardly and now he couldn't walk.

It was only his ankle and, feeling embarrassed about the whole thing, he'd intended to just hobble home. Except that it did really hurt. So halfway there he found the nearest teleport and ended up in the medbay.

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[first_in_time]

"Alright, well -" Barbara broke off to get up from the bed to find a pen and note pad. It took a bit of looking but she eventually stumbled upon writing tablet; wasn't quite like pen and note pad, but it was close.

She sat back on Ian's bed, crossing her legs neatly and resting the pad on her knee. Typing was one-fingered, of course, until she learnt better or somehow managed to transfer her type-writer skills to the digital version of the keys.

"Who've we got? Orc?"

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[splendid_roman]

He nodded. "There's Megan, maybe. I'm not sure how old she is." He thought back to what other children he'd met on Stacy, but there weren't many, which was just as well. "All the others I've met have been re-podded." Or died.

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[first_in_time]

"I see." Barbara wrote both of their names down on one side of the page, then their names and the names of other adults willing to help. "If we talk to them, perhaps they'll know of others."

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[splendid_roman]

"They're bound to have spoken to people their own age." And if he and Barbara spoke to enough people they'd find more adults and more children that way. "We've got somewhere to start anyway."

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[first_in_time]

"We do have somewhere to start," she agreed and put the pencil down. "When your ankle is better, why don't we all meet up and discuss it more thoroughly? We each know something that others don't, maybe as a collective we'll have enough information to get this idea off the ground. But you need to get better first." And that was an order.

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[splendid_roman]

"I don't need my ankle to do everything," he complained, despite agreeing with her idea. "I'm not ill, I just have an ankle that doesn't work properly."

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[first_in_time]

"Rest," Barbara said a little firmly and got up from the bed to straighten the pillows behind him. "I'll come back with some food blocks and a book for you."

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[splendid_roman]

"Thank you." He could probably live without the food blocks, but a book would be handy while he was waiting.