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the Doctor's doctor

Who: the Doctor, Mina
What: post this thread, the Doctor finds out he isn't a super hero.
When: Day 50
Where: Mina's residence

It took him a moment to realize this wasn't something that he could easily fix in a healing coma, or at least he needed to probably be stitched up a bit first. When he finally stood up, he nearly collapsed back again, before forcing himself upright.

He was somewhere between the bar and pharmacy, meaning he could easily make it back to his place, but... something nagged at him saying he needed to see someone. If Martha was here, he'd go straight to her, let her lecture him some as she bandaged him, but she wasn't and he couldn't burden Donna when she didn't know he wasn't human. Not yet.

Splinting his side, he walked slowly, but he was definitely walking and after what seemed quite the journey, he found himself on the doorsteps of Mina's house. He pressed his forehead against the cool wood of the door and he used the heel of his palm to pathetically knock. Hopefully she was home, because he had no energy to go anywhere else.

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Mina was indeed home. And the knock at the door startled her more than she cared to admit. They didn't receive visitors in House 18. Not ever. True, she had extended several invitations, but as of late, no one had taken her up on the offer. Reasonable, of course. She was not an easy person to deal with. So who might possibly be showing up on her doorstep, and at this hour, was something of a mystery.

She rose from her seat at the kitchen table, where she was working on an anatomy chart. After taking a moment to straighten her tie and pull on her blazer, she headed to the door. "Rosa?" she called, "I don't suppose you're expecting anyone?"

Rosa didn't respond. Unsurprising.

Shaking her head at her own foolishness, Mina went over to glance through the peep hole of the door. Immediately after, she pulled it open.

"Bloody hell!"

Oh, he heard the steps coming, didn't he? He was still rather discombobulated as the door opened and he crumpled into her.

"S-sorry! I'm so sorry!" He wasn't used to relying on others and he felt guilty coming to her. "I didn't know who else to see."

She managed to catch him. For a vampire, her strength was nothing special, but Mina was particularly durable. And she was an old soldier, after all. But catching him and carrying him were two rather different things. Especially given how much blood she smelled. God only knew what was happening inside of his peculiar body.

"What the hell happened to you?" she asked, trying to shift his weight, pulling his arm across her shoulders. If he'd made it to her doorstep, he could make it to the kitchen.

In theory.

He wasn't completely useless, or at least forced himself to take the few extra steps into her kitchen. "The Hulk." he spoke through gritted teeth. "I know I have at least one broken rib." But he wasn't sure what else. His organs were spared, as far as he could tell.

"The fountain is destroyed as well as the park." He commented, trying to make the situation a little less grim. And finally he was eased into a kitchen chair. "I look a mess, I imagine."

The Hulk. "Damn it, Bruce," she muttered under her breath. She pull away, once she was sure the Doctor was secure in his seat, and immediately fetched her medical kit. She had no idea how different his physiology was from her own, other than the two hearts. But seeing as their chief physician was currently green and smashing through the village, she was the only medic available.

"Can you take off your shirt?" she asked, fishing out her stethoscope. "Or would you like me to cut it off? I need to listen for fluid in your lungs."

He nods, and gingerly unbuttons the dress shirt revealing some random t-shirt he had found, of which he wasn't sure if he was going to get that off on his own. Thinking back, he realizes it had been a long time since he had been this injured, not even all the radiation in the universe could compare to this.

He was only able to get the t-shirt half off when he just gave up, closed his eyes, and swallowed. "I hope someone is able to stop him."

"When he calms down, he'll be more reasonable to deal with," she said, walking over and gingerly pulling the shirt off the rest of the way. "It's not the first time he's put in an appearance, nor, I think, shall it be the last." She was still unsettled by her introduction. Mina prided herself on her own agency, and she had lost that in the most primitive sense, the beast bloody picking her up and tossing her about like a rag doll.

Setting the shirt aside, she put on the stethoscope, rubbing the flat disk before she pressed it to the Doctor's back. "Take a few deep breaths, darling," she instructed him. "Let me have a listen."

She really hoped he actually had lungs.

Oh yes, there were lungs! Two, in fact, and in the same location as a human's. He follows her instructions as best as possible, as his mind wandered. "He can't be reasoned with."

He offers a light laugh, "You might be seeing other visitors tonight if they make the same mistakes I did... Oh, where you're touching, that's tender."

She didn't hear any fluid rattling in his breath, so she pulled away, noting the tender spot. That would be dealt with in turn. For now, she had to worry about his broken rib.

"I doubt that," she said, setting down the stethoscope. "Who needs a real doctor around here?" The bitterness in her tone was palpable, but quickly replaced with a non-nonsense series of instructions. "All right," she said, "I'm going to have a look at your ribs. I want you to take a deep, deep breath. I'm going to apply some pressure, and I imagine you won't be too shy about telling me where it hurts."

Mina rubbed her hands together, hoping to warm them a bit with the friction, and then she started to run her fingertips along his torso.

He nods, and does as instructed when her hands found a particular spot that caused him to grit his teeth and lose the held air. "Mmmmm, I'm ok! That's just..." He grips the seat of his chair.

"I'll just... sleep it off. 's fine. Nothing to regenerate about." He finally opens his eyes and offers a smile, "Ah, sorry." Could he even regenerate here? It wasn't something he wanted to find out.

Mina had no idea what he was talking about, but she simply dismissed it as one more popular culture reference from after her time and left it at that. "Well," she said, pulling back and rubbing her hands together again, "one fractured rib. Since I don't imagine an alien body would respond to vitae, I'm going to have to bind you up and you're going to have to spend a lot of time on your back."

She considered calling someone to move him to his own bed, but with the Hulk hulking about, she didn't think it wise to have anyone else out doors if it could be helped.

"All right," she decided slowly, "we'll get you to one of my spare rooms. I'll wrap you up and in the morning, you can call someone to take you home. The danger should be passed by then."

"Bind...me?" He quirks an eyebrow, not familiar with what she was talking about and would've made a joke out of it if she were Donna. Hopefully everything else was just bruises waiting to surface and superficial.

"I can mend alot of this in a sleep..." The rib, maybe not so quickly, but everything else, he should be able to. "I'm sorry, can I bother you for a drink? Water? Tea? It doesn't matter."

She immediately moved to the cabinets, pulling out a glass to fill with water. "I'm afraid that's the only natural treatment for a fractured rib, darling," she said. "Binding up your torso will bandages and, more importantly, staying in bed."

Somehow, she suspected he wouldn't be a compliant patient.

"I could do surgery, of course. Crack you open and use a wire to hold the pieces together. But that does seem a bit extreme. And I hardly have the equipment." She walked back over, handing him the glass. "If you were human, I might try slipping you some of my blood."

He typically wasn't the most compliant, no, and he was the first to admit to that. It was rare for him to be this damaged, and for every other time he had been injured worse than this, he regenerated. Luckily there was no radiation or something of that sort here, at least not yet.

Gladly accepting the glass, he gulped down the water, "You let people drink your blood...? I'm sorry, but isn't it... the other way around?" He watched her curiously.

"Kindred blood has some unique properties," she told him, taking the glass back and setting it on the table. "Among them, healing."

She started unpacking her kit, setting aside bottles of morphine and syringes and various pills. There was a stack of bandage rolls on one end of the table. She tossed them back into the bag and, as an afterthought, one of the bottles of morphine as well.

"All right," she said, "we're going to move you now."

"Wait, wait!" He wasn't too thrilled at the notion of moving again, "Let me have a shower first. Get some of this dirt off, and not ruin your bed."

And as if to drive the point further, he lied, "I'll sleep better afterwards." Ok, maybe not a complete lie, given could fall asleep any where at any time without trouble. "You don't have to help, I can do it on my own." No, he wasn't begging, just... would feel better if he were less a burden.

Mina gave him a skeptical loft of her eyebrow. "You can barely stand," she pointed out patiently. "I don't see how you intend to shower."

She understood. In her own way. Not that she'd needed a doctor for a very long time, but she'd hated the indignity of it. The sense of helplessness. The loss of agency.

But as she worshipped at the altar of practicality, she did have to fight the desire to knock him alongside the head.

"Then a bath." He shrugged, "I'm already mostly undressed. Just have my trainers and trousers... No pants." It was some silly notion of humans about nudity and modesty, neither of which bothered him.

"I can do this..." He placed a palm on the table, and began pushing himself to his feet, "I don't suppose anything needs stitching?" Now that he was able to see more of himself, it didn't appear so.

"No, no stitching," she said, frowning a little bit. "But if you're desperate to be poked with a needle, perhaps you'll let me give you a shot of morphine for the pain."

She grabbed her medical bag with one hand and quickly made her way over to him, slipping one of his arms around her shoulders to support his weight a little bit. There was absolutely no way she was going to leave him unsupervised in the bath tub. The last thing she needed was a drowned alien.

And it was scientific curiosity, she told herself. What was an alien's anatomy like anyway?

He shakes his head, "No meds. I'm not sure how they'll work, I'd rather not." Aspirin was lethal and he can only imagine what an opiate would do.

Not much curiosity, he looked anatomically identical (from the outside) to a human male. Although if asked, he wasn't genetically capable of reproduction with a human even though he could function in that sort. Not that he had tried this all out, per se.

Once in the bathroom, he leaned against the counter, "Shower or bath, I don't care." He wasn't aware she was concerned of him drowning as he watched her, holding his injured side.

Mina walked him over to the john, gently pressing him to sit down. "Bath," she declared, setting her medical bag down on the counter, near the sink. Perhaps it was less efficient, but at least if he was sitting down, she wouldn't have to crawl in there with him.

Pulling off her blazer and hanging it over the door, she set to work drawing him the bath. Mina wasn't one for showiness in the tub, but Anna, Jones, and Rosa were all far more feminine and had left behind assorted soaps and the like. Experimentally, she picked up a bottle, sniffing it. The slime was a putrid shade of green and smelled of sugar. She glanced at the label.

"Apple scented my arse," she murmured, pouring some into the water anyway.

A smile grew on his face, the first one since tonight as he watched her, "As long as it isn't pear; I hate pears. Once, I had to hide from an enemy, disguised myself as human and told my friend to make sure I didn't eat any pears. Nasty things..."

He forced himself to bend down to untie his trainers, face back in a quick grimace as he undid the laces and slipped them off. As the water poured, he continued to watch closely.

"Don't bend so much," Mina said, walking over to help him with his socks. Without much transition, she added, "I've never had a pear. What are they like?"

They couldn't be any more rancid than the smell of the bath soap.

"Green mences of the fruit varienty. Stick with bananas; bananas are good." He looked absolutely serious when he said this.

The water looked like it was getting high enough, and the Doctor managed to stagger to his feet and began unbuttoning his trousers. To him, the only embarrassing part of all this was being so weak on his feet and needing help with such simple things as pulling off his shirt and trousers. However, he was looking forward to the bath.

Partly out of courtesy and party out of necessity, Mina turned away from him, shutting off the tap of the tub. She tested the temperature of the water. A futile gesture, really. In general, Mina didn't register temperature. Not unless it was coming off of a person. That was the way she'd evolved. And, of course, she had no idea what sort of heat tolerance a Time Lord would have anyway.

"Never had a banana either," she mused. "Limes for the most part. And green apples. Of course, when you've been at sea for months at a time, you take what you can get, don't you?"

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