The Colony Hospital - Doctor Who
Jan. 2nd, 2008 02:07 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
sushigal007.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
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.
A nurse looked up in surprise as the Doctor and Zoe zipped past her. “Hey! Excuse me!”
They ignored her and skidded to a halt outside Jamie’s room. “He’s not there,” Zoe whispered fearfully.
The Doctor looked around and spotted the nurse. “Excuse me, do you happen to know where our friend is?”
“He’s gone down to x-ray,” she said, looking irritated. “And anyway, visiting hours aren’t for another five minutes.”
“Oh. Terribly sorry.” He smiled at her and leaned back against the wall.
“I’ll have to ask you to wait outside,” she added sternly, crossing her arms.
“For five minutes?” Zoe looked incredulous. “Is there really any point?”
“Come on, Zoe,” the Doctor said hastily, taking her by the arm. “You can use the time to wash your face.”
With that, Zoe instantly dashed off to the nearest bathroom mirror to inspect the damage her crying had caused. The Doctor found a chair in the corridor and sat down to wait.
Zoe rejoined him just as a male nurse passed him. She poked him sharply in the side, making him jump. “He was in the morgue too,” she whispered. “Shall I go and talk to him?”
“If you like. But be subtle.” He watched her jog after the nurse, then stood up and began walking in the opposite direction, back to the ward. This time he was unchallenged. And Jamie was back in his room. Unconscious and a little bruised, but undoubtedly alive. He took the seat next to bed and settled back, waiting for the boy to wake up.
A minute or so later, Zoe stomped into the room. “He said I must have been mistaken, he doesn’t go near the morgue because it gives him the creeps. Men!”
“I thought I told you to be subtle?” the Doctor asked, amused.
“Subtle is slow. He didn’t seem to mind, though.” She held out a piece of paper. “He gave me his HHPC frequency code, whatever that is.”
“Do y’ mind keeping your voice down? I’m trying t’ sleep.”
The Doctor and Zoe jumped at the voice. Zoe recovered and jumped onto the edge of the bed. “Jamie! You’re awake! You’re alive!”
Jamie sat up and smiled weakly at her. “Of course I’m alive, it’d take more than a brawl t’ take down a McCrimmon.” He frowned suddenly. “Are y’ all right? Your face is all blotchy and disgusting.”
The Doctor tried not to laugh at Zoe’s outraged expression. “Jamie, do you happen to know where you were about… ooh, twenty minutes ago?”
“Aye. In bed.”
“And do you know where the bed was?”
Jamie looked baffled. “I don’t know. I was asleep.”
“Oh JAMIE!” Zoe exclaimed in annoyance.
“What?!” He looked from Zoe to the Doctor in confusion. “Wasnae I here? Where was I?”
“You were in the morgue,” Zoe said.
“Oh aye?” Jamie looked back at her again. “What’s that?”
“It’s where they store dead bodies.”
“But I’m no’ dead!”
The Doctor smiled. “We know that. That’s why we’re going to have a look around as soon as they let you go.”
Jamie sat up straighter. “Well go get them to let me go! I dinnae like not knowing where I am.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Zoe leaned over and pressed the call button on the side of the bed.
A few seconds later a nurse arrived. “Can I help?”
Jamie gawped at the doorway. “So you press that wee button and they just come? Why didnae y’ tell me that yesterday?!”
“Can he be discharged yet?” the Doctor asked, waving a hand at Jamie to shut him up.
“I’ll go and ask the doctor,” she said and left.
A moment later, Doctor Sandhu appeared. He glanced at the screen of a small hand held computer and smiled. “Your X-rays are fine. We’ll get those casts off and you can go.”
“So what’s the plan then?” Jamie asked as they walked through hospital corridors.
“We go down to the morgue and look around,” the Doctor said cheerfully.
“You mean… just walk in?”
“Why not? We did earlier.” He stopped outside the doors. “Here we are,” he told Jamie, and pushed the door open. And stopped.
Inside, an oriental man looked up from the autopsy table. “Who the hell are you?”
“Ah.” The Doctor smiled charmingly. “I’m the Doctor. Sorry to interrupt. Do you mind if I have a quick look around?”
“Yes, I do,” he said crossly. “I’m in the middle of a flu autopsy. It’s very dangerous.”
“A flu autopsy?” The Doctor narrowed his eyes. “Then why aren’t you wearing a mask?”
The man looked silently at him for a second. And behind the Doctor, Jamie suddenly cried out in pain and collapsed.
A nurse looked up in surprise as the Doctor and Zoe zipped past her. “Hey! Excuse me!”
They ignored her and skidded to a halt outside Jamie’s room. “He’s not there,” Zoe whispered fearfully.
The Doctor looked around and spotted the nurse. “Excuse me, do you happen to know where our friend is?”
“He’s gone down to x-ray,” she said, looking irritated. “And anyway, visiting hours aren’t for another five minutes.”
“Oh. Terribly sorry.” He smiled at her and leaned back against the wall.
“I’ll have to ask you to wait outside,” she added sternly, crossing her arms.
“For five minutes?” Zoe looked incredulous. “Is there really any point?”
“Come on, Zoe,” the Doctor said hastily, taking her by the arm. “You can use the time to wash your face.”
With that, Zoe instantly dashed off to the nearest bathroom mirror to inspect the damage her crying had caused. The Doctor found a chair in the corridor and sat down to wait.
Zoe rejoined him just as a male nurse passed him. She poked him sharply in the side, making him jump. “He was in the morgue too,” she whispered. “Shall I go and talk to him?”
“If you like. But be subtle.” He watched her jog after the nurse, then stood up and began walking in the opposite direction, back to the ward. This time he was unchallenged. And Jamie was back in his room. Unconscious and a little bruised, but undoubtedly alive. He took the seat next to bed and settled back, waiting for the boy to wake up.
A minute or so later, Zoe stomped into the room. “He said I must have been mistaken, he doesn’t go near the morgue because it gives him the creeps. Men!”
“I thought I told you to be subtle?” the Doctor asked, amused.
“Subtle is slow. He didn’t seem to mind, though.” She held out a piece of paper. “He gave me his HHPC frequency code, whatever that is.”
“Do y’ mind keeping your voice down? I’m trying t’ sleep.”
The Doctor and Zoe jumped at the voice. Zoe recovered and jumped onto the edge of the bed. “Jamie! You’re awake! You’re alive!”
Jamie sat up and smiled weakly at her. “Of course I’m alive, it’d take more than a brawl t’ take down a McCrimmon.” He frowned suddenly. “Are y’ all right? Your face is all blotchy and disgusting.”
The Doctor tried not to laugh at Zoe’s outraged expression. “Jamie, do you happen to know where you were about… ooh, twenty minutes ago?”
“Aye. In bed.”
“And do you know where the bed was?”
Jamie looked baffled. “I don’t know. I was asleep.”
“Oh JAMIE!” Zoe exclaimed in annoyance.
“What?!” He looked from Zoe to the Doctor in confusion. “Wasnae I here? Where was I?”
“You were in the morgue,” Zoe said.
“Oh aye?” Jamie looked back at her again. “What’s that?”
“It’s where they store dead bodies.”
“But I’m no’ dead!”
The Doctor smiled. “We know that. That’s why we’re going to have a look around as soon as they let you go.”
Jamie sat up straighter. “Well go get them to let me go! I dinnae like not knowing where I am.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Zoe leaned over and pressed the call button on the side of the bed.
A few seconds later a nurse arrived. “Can I help?”
Jamie gawped at the doorway. “So you press that wee button and they just come? Why didnae y’ tell me that yesterday?!”
“Can he be discharged yet?” the Doctor asked, waving a hand at Jamie to shut him up.
“I’ll go and ask the doctor,” she said and left.
A moment later, Doctor Sandhu appeared. He glanced at the screen of a small hand held computer and smiled. “Your X-rays are fine. We’ll get those casts off and you can go.”
“So what’s the plan then?” Jamie asked as they walked through hospital corridors.
“We go down to the morgue and look around,” the Doctor said cheerfully.
“You mean… just walk in?”
“Why not? We did earlier.” He stopped outside the doors. “Here we are,” he told Jamie, and pushed the door open. And stopped.
Inside, an oriental man looked up from the autopsy table. “Who the hell are you?”
“Ah.” The Doctor smiled charmingly. “I’m the Doctor. Sorry to interrupt. Do you mind if I have a quick look around?”
“Yes, I do,” he said crossly. “I’m in the middle of a flu autopsy. It’s very dangerous.”
“A flu autopsy?” The Doctor narrowed his eyes. “Then why aren’t you wearing a mask?”
The man looked silently at him for a second. And behind the Doctor, Jamie suddenly cried out in pain and collapsed.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}