The Colony Hospital - Doctor Who
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randomsushiThe Doctor and Zoe get Jamie to a hospital on the planet Ghiaccio Quattro and uncover an alien plot to control the people using flu. Follows on from The Prison Beneath The Sea.
For a few seconds, Zoe could only stare in disbelief. The world began to tilt sideways and she grabbed the windowsill to keep from falling over.
This wasn’t right. Jamie had faced Quarks, Ice Warriors and Cybermen. He couldn’t be dead, not from what? A surgical complication? She didn’t want to believe it, but she couldn’t ignore the facts; it was definitely Jamie and he was definitely in the morgue.
She stepped backwards. She needed to tell the Doctor. She needed to find out what had happened. She… was going to be sick.
“Zoe?” The Doctor looked up in surprise as she bolted past him and Reg and out of the door. Concerned, he followed her across the hallway to the ladies room. He hesitated outside, then knocked on the door. “Zoe? Are you all right?”
A retching cough told him she wasn’t. The Doctor looked around quickly, and then pushed the door open.
Inside, he found Zoe knelt on the floor in front of a toilet. She stumbled to her feet and collapsed into his arms, crying undignified, snotty tears. “Zoe dear, what’s wrong?!”
It was almost a minute before she managed to choke out “J-Jamie…”
“What about Jamie?” the Doctor asked urgently.
Zoe pointed miserably towards the door. “He-he’s in t-the… the…” She couldn’t force the last word out, but she didn’t need to. The Doctor had realised what the problem was. Immediately, he ran out of the toilets, past the baffled Reg and slammed through the morgue’s double doors. He skidded to a halt in the middle of the room, panting slightly.
There was no-one there.
He spun around in a complete circle, taking in the entire room, but his initial observation had been correct; the room was empty.
“What’s up?” Reg asked from behind him, making him jump.
“Zoe said she saw…” The Doctor trailed off, baffled. “Well, someone.”
“There’s no-one here.”
“Yes, I can see that,” the Doctor snapped, stamping his foot childishly. He spun around and left the morgue.
Zoe was stood outside the ladies room, wiping her blotchy face with a tissue and sniffling, not quite daring to move to a position that allowed her to see into the morgue. She looked up at the Doctor as he appeared in the corridor and frowned at the puzzled expression on his face. “W-what is it?”
“Er… there’s nobody in there,” he admitted.
“What?!” She gaped at the Doctor in confusion, then straightened up and marched across the corridor. Without hesitating, she pushed open the doors and walked in. The Doctor followed her and watched as she spun around, torn between confusion, relief and anger. “But he was here! He was right here, in front of the window!”
“You must have been mistaken,” Reg said, trying to sound soothing but only managing condescending.
The Doctor quickly stepped forward and placed a hand on Zoe’s arm as she made to step forward and perhaps stab the technician through the heart with a laser-scalpel, or maybe just stamp on his foot. Reg seemed to realise that he’d made some sort of faux-pas, and stepped backwards quickly, holding his hands out apologetically. “I mean, it gives people a bit of a shock, seeing the morgue. First time I looked at a body, I could swear it was moving.”
“I’m not prone to such fanciful thoughts,” Zoe said coldly.
“Well, that’s quite true, but there’s no denying the facts, is there, Zoe?” the Doctor said quietly. “Jamie is not here.”
“But he WAS,” Zoe protested angrily. “Oh Doctor, surely you don’t really think I’m imaging things too?!”
“No,” the Doctor said quickly. “It’s entirely possibly that you did see Jamie here. However, he is not here now. And as he is not here now, I think we’d better find out where he is now. Once we’re certain that he’s not…” He hesitated, not wanting to voice the horrible possibility that Jamie could be dead.
“That he’s OK?” Zoe supplied.
He nodded. “Once we’ve reassured ourselves that he’s all right, we’ll find out what’s going on here.”
He stepped back and smiled at Reg. “Well, it was very nice to meet you and your lab. We must be off now though. Bye!” And with a cheery wave, the two of them disappeared.
Reg waved limply at their retreating backs. Then as he turned to return to his lab, he realised that he’d never actually found out where they were from.
For a few seconds, Zoe could only stare in disbelief. The world began to tilt sideways and she grabbed the windowsill to keep from falling over.
This wasn’t right. Jamie had faced Quarks, Ice Warriors and Cybermen. He couldn’t be dead, not from what? A surgical complication? She didn’t want to believe it, but she couldn’t ignore the facts; it was definitely Jamie and he was definitely in the morgue.
She stepped backwards. She needed to tell the Doctor. She needed to find out what had happened. She… was going to be sick.
“Zoe?” The Doctor looked up in surprise as she bolted past him and Reg and out of the door. Concerned, he followed her across the hallway to the ladies room. He hesitated outside, then knocked on the door. “Zoe? Are you all right?”
A retching cough told him she wasn’t. The Doctor looked around quickly, and then pushed the door open.
Inside, he found Zoe knelt on the floor in front of a toilet. She stumbled to her feet and collapsed into his arms, crying undignified, snotty tears. “Zoe dear, what’s wrong?!”
It was almost a minute before she managed to choke out “J-Jamie…”
“What about Jamie?” the Doctor asked urgently.
Zoe pointed miserably towards the door. “He-he’s in t-the… the…” She couldn’t force the last word out, but she didn’t need to. The Doctor had realised what the problem was. Immediately, he ran out of the toilets, past the baffled Reg and slammed through the morgue’s double doors. He skidded to a halt in the middle of the room, panting slightly.
There was no-one there.
He spun around in a complete circle, taking in the entire room, but his initial observation had been correct; the room was empty.
“What’s up?” Reg asked from behind him, making him jump.
“Zoe said she saw…” The Doctor trailed off, baffled. “Well, someone.”
“There’s no-one here.”
“Yes, I can see that,” the Doctor snapped, stamping his foot childishly. He spun around and left the morgue.
Zoe was stood outside the ladies room, wiping her blotchy face with a tissue and sniffling, not quite daring to move to a position that allowed her to see into the morgue. She looked up at the Doctor as he appeared in the corridor and frowned at the puzzled expression on his face. “W-what is it?”
“Er… there’s nobody in there,” he admitted.
“What?!” She gaped at the Doctor in confusion, then straightened up and marched across the corridor. Without hesitating, she pushed open the doors and walked in. The Doctor followed her and watched as she spun around, torn between confusion, relief and anger. “But he was here! He was right here, in front of the window!”
“You must have been mistaken,” Reg said, trying to sound soothing but only managing condescending.
The Doctor quickly stepped forward and placed a hand on Zoe’s arm as she made to step forward and perhaps stab the technician through the heart with a laser-scalpel, or maybe just stamp on his foot. Reg seemed to realise that he’d made some sort of faux-pas, and stepped backwards quickly, holding his hands out apologetically. “I mean, it gives people a bit of a shock, seeing the morgue. First time I looked at a body, I could swear it was moving.”
“I’m not prone to such fanciful thoughts,” Zoe said coldly.
“Well, that’s quite true, but there’s no denying the facts, is there, Zoe?” the Doctor said quietly. “Jamie is not here.”
“But he WAS,” Zoe protested angrily. “Oh Doctor, surely you don’t really think I’m imaging things too?!”
“No,” the Doctor said quickly. “It’s entirely possibly that you did see Jamie here. However, he is not here now. And as he is not here now, I think we’d better find out where he is now. Once we’re certain that he’s not…” He hesitated, not wanting to voice the horrible possibility that Jamie could be dead.
“That he’s OK?” Zoe supplied.
He nodded. “Once we’ve reassured ourselves that he’s all right, we’ll find out what’s going on here.”
He stepped back and smiled at Reg. “Well, it was very nice to meet you and your lab. We must be off now though. Bye!” And with a cheery wave, the two of them disappeared.
Reg waved limply at their retreating backs. Then as he turned to return to his lab, he realised that he’d never actually found out where they were from.
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