[ That applies to both the matter of the sanctuary and the task at hand.
At times, perhaps — perhaps — the Doctor needs others to save him from himself. On rare occasions. Definitely not often. Nothing of the sort. Nothing he'll admit to, anyway. The ancient Time Lord who's saved countless worlds, untold lives — although he wouldn't think of it in those terms, he just helps where he can, hardly noteworthy — often can't be trusted to look after himself.
Of course, as Lan Wangji already knew and as the Doctor failed to consider at length, he can't very well dodge anything while his attention is on the wound. In an instant, the Doctor is well aware that he was nearly sandwiched within the creature's jaws, were it not for his friend — the precision of his blade, the swift protection that he offers, a veritable sentinel as they attempt to render clumsy aid to a beast they know nothing of, only that it suffers. The Doctor tugs off the front buttons of his braces, unhooking them, and carefully tying the ends together in a long, continuous loop to secure the cloth and at least slow the bleeding, preferably stop it. ]
There, that should do it for now. Not perfect, I'll grant you, but safe enough to move it.
[ He thinks. Ah, and then...where to house it, and for how long? ]
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[ That applies to both the matter of the sanctuary and the task at hand.
At times, perhaps — perhaps — the Doctor needs others to save him from himself. On rare occasions. Definitely not often. Nothing of the sort. Nothing he'll admit to, anyway. The ancient Time Lord who's saved countless worlds, untold lives — although he wouldn't think of it in those terms, he just helps where he can, hardly noteworthy — often can't be trusted to look after himself.
Of course, as Lan Wangji already knew and as the Doctor failed to consider at length, he can't very well dodge anything while his attention is on the wound. In an instant, the Doctor is well aware that he was nearly sandwiched within the creature's jaws, were it not for his friend — the precision of his blade, the swift protection that he offers, a veritable sentinel as they attempt to render clumsy aid to a beast they know nothing of, only that it suffers. The Doctor tugs off the front buttons of his braces, unhooking them, and carefully tying the ends together in a long, continuous loop to secure the cloth and at least slow the bleeding, preferably stop it. ]
There, that should do it for now. Not perfect, I'll grant you, but safe enough to move it.
[ He thinks. Ah, and then...where to house it, and for how long? ]