[ This is alright, she says, but it's anything but, in the Doctor's mind. Apart from the undead walking amongst them, the villagers being attacked, there's Caitlyn, who's ingested black mold, whose symptoms are yet unknown and unfolding. This might be the worst of it, this might only be the beginning.
He doesn't like weapons, he's made that clear to her before, but her gun will serve a purpose if she can manage to even fire it. He understands that.
It's her he's worried about. He doesn't miss that look in her eyes when she insists she can fire like this.
Kneeling now, the Doctor attempts to catch her eyes. Yes, yes, there's a lot going on and time is of the essence, he knows that, but she's just as important. ]
Caitlyn. Look at me for a moment. Five seconds, I just need five seconds and then I'm off.
[ He may not be the traditional sort of doctor — he doesn't need to be — but he knows a lot about a lot. And though the substance she ingested is still new to him, he'd like to think he could tell by examining her just how poorly she is, if this is going to get worse. He desperately hopes he could tell, anyway. ]
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He doesn't like weapons, he's made that clear to her before, but her gun will serve a purpose if she can manage to even fire it. He understands that.
It's her he's worried about. He doesn't miss that look in her eyes when she insists she can fire like this.
Kneeling now, the Doctor attempts to catch her eyes. Yes, yes, there's a lot going on and time is of the essence, he knows that, but she's just as important. ]
Caitlyn. Look at me for a moment. Five seconds, I just need five seconds and then I'm off.
[ He may not be the traditional sort of doctor — he doesn't need to be — but he knows a lot about a lot. And though the substance she ingested is still new to him, he'd like to think he could tell by examining her just how poorly she is, if this is going to get worse. He desperately hopes he could tell, anyway. ]