The Colony Hospital - Doctor Who
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The 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.
Zoe spun around and desperately mashed the buttons on the control panel before Jamie grabbed her by the waist and tackled her to the floor, the momentum sending them both crashing into the opposite wall, behind the X-ray screen.
There was no flash of light or sudden death, and after a few seconds, Jamie dared to peep around the side of the screen. In the doorway, the Cyberman swayed unsteadily, then crashed to the ground, motionless.
“Y’ did it!” Jamie cheered. He carefully crept towards the prone Cyberman and snatched the Cyberlaser from the ground. “And now we’ve got a weapon.”
Zoe climbed to her feet and gazed thoughtfully around the room. “It might be dangerous to use that with all the people here… I’ve got another idea.”
“Oh aye?” Jamie asked, examining the Cyberlaser.
“Aye. I mean yes.” She walked over to the doorway and flicked on the light. “Hospitals often have portable X-ray machines for patients who can’t be moved. If we could find one, we could destroy the Cybermen without harming anyone else.” She started opening cupboards hopefully. “Unfortunately, I don’t know what they’d look like now. Any ideas?” she asked hopefully.
The Cyberlaser clattered to the floor and Jamie turned to face her, his face blank. Zoe only had time to squeak in shock before he grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her out of the room. “Jamie! Stop it! You can fight it!” she yelled, hitting him with her free hand.
Jamie ignored her and easily dragged her back towards the operating theatres. Zoe struggled valiantly, but the Highlander was a lot bigger and stronger than she was.
Suddenly the lights went out. No emergency lighting came on; the darkness was complete. There was a clatter and a yelp and Jamie let go of her arm.
Realising Jamie had fallen over the wheelchair, Zoe fled as fast as she dared into the blackness, trailing her fingers along the wall to guide her. She brought up the layout of the hospital in her minds eye, and began to make her way towards the north side of the building, where there would be moonlight.
After a few minutes, she found herself in a moonlit locker room. She listened intently for any sounds of pursuit, and then glanced out of the window, wondering what to do next.
Outside, the line of people had ground to a halt. Cybermen were walking around carrying all manner of medical equipment and scanning the citizens. She could just see the TARDIS by the entrance to the Accident and Emergency department and wondered how to get there. There was no way she’d be ale to navigate all the corridors in the darkness without being caught. And she still wanted a portable X-ray machine, just in case.
She sat down on a chair, looking thoughtful. An idea was forming in her head… when she was younger, she’d read a classic book about a nurse investigating comas, in which she managed to find out that someone had tampered with oxygen, by crawling through the ceiling. And surely doctors still had those small pen lights for shining in people’s eyes?
She began going through the pockets of lab coats hung along the wall and quickly found what she was looking for. Then, as quietly as possible, she dragged the chair over to the bank of lockers and climbed on top.
The ceiling panel was very easy to lift. She raised her head into the space and flicked on the penlight, hoping that the walls of the room didn’t extend to the ceiling. Then she carefully climbed into the small space and lowered the panel back into place.
Crawling through the ceiling space was slow going and a lot harder than she’d imagined. For starters, it was very dusty and she fought to keep herself from sneezing and giving herself away. The penlight wasn’t strong enough to light up further than perhaps a metre in front of her and she kept burning herself on the hot pipes.
Suddenly, there was a movement in front of her. A hand reached out of the darkness towards her and she screamed.
Zoe spun around and desperately mashed the buttons on the control panel before Jamie grabbed her by the waist and tackled her to the floor, the momentum sending them both crashing into the opposite wall, behind the X-ray screen.
There was no flash of light or sudden death, and after a few seconds, Jamie dared to peep around the side of the screen. In the doorway, the Cyberman swayed unsteadily, then crashed to the ground, motionless.
“Y’ did it!” Jamie cheered. He carefully crept towards the prone Cyberman and snatched the Cyberlaser from the ground. “And now we’ve got a weapon.”
Zoe climbed to her feet and gazed thoughtfully around the room. “It might be dangerous to use that with all the people here… I’ve got another idea.”
“Oh aye?” Jamie asked, examining the Cyberlaser.
“Aye. I mean yes.” She walked over to the doorway and flicked on the light. “Hospitals often have portable X-ray machines for patients who can’t be moved. If we could find one, we could destroy the Cybermen without harming anyone else.” She started opening cupboards hopefully. “Unfortunately, I don’t know what they’d look like now. Any ideas?” she asked hopefully.
The Cyberlaser clattered to the floor and Jamie turned to face her, his face blank. Zoe only had time to squeak in shock before he grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her out of the room. “Jamie! Stop it! You can fight it!” she yelled, hitting him with her free hand.
Jamie ignored her and easily dragged her back towards the operating theatres. Zoe struggled valiantly, but the Highlander was a lot bigger and stronger than she was.
Suddenly the lights went out. No emergency lighting came on; the darkness was complete. There was a clatter and a yelp and Jamie let go of her arm.
Realising Jamie had fallen over the wheelchair, Zoe fled as fast as she dared into the blackness, trailing her fingers along the wall to guide her. She brought up the layout of the hospital in her minds eye, and began to make her way towards the north side of the building, where there would be moonlight.
After a few minutes, she found herself in a moonlit locker room. She listened intently for any sounds of pursuit, and then glanced out of the window, wondering what to do next.
Outside, the line of people had ground to a halt. Cybermen were walking around carrying all manner of medical equipment and scanning the citizens. She could just see the TARDIS by the entrance to the Accident and Emergency department and wondered how to get there. There was no way she’d be ale to navigate all the corridors in the darkness without being caught. And she still wanted a portable X-ray machine, just in case.
She sat down on a chair, looking thoughtful. An idea was forming in her head… when she was younger, she’d read a classic book about a nurse investigating comas, in which she managed to find out that someone had tampered with oxygen, by crawling through the ceiling. And surely doctors still had those small pen lights for shining in people’s eyes?
She began going through the pockets of lab coats hung along the wall and quickly found what she was looking for. Then, as quietly as possible, she dragged the chair over to the bank of lockers and climbed on top.
The ceiling panel was very easy to lift. She raised her head into the space and flicked on the penlight, hoping that the walls of the room didn’t extend to the ceiling. Then she carefully climbed into the small space and lowered the panel back into place.
Crawling through the ceiling space was slow going and a lot harder than she’d imagined. For starters, it was very dusty and she fought to keep herself from sneezing and giving herself away. The penlight wasn’t strong enough to light up further than perhaps a metre in front of her and she kept burning herself on the hot pipes.
Suddenly, there was a movement in front of her. A hand reached out of the darkness towards her and she screamed.