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[ooc: backdated to a little while after this entry.]

[In person, but also filtered to all passengers who'll be joining in the search later.]

[urgently, looking around at everyone who's gathered and secretly is unsettled by the fact that Oliver hasn't shown up yet.] All right, sorry everyone, but those of us here can't wait any longer.

Now. A ship this size is going to need an awfully big section devoted just to the engineering end of operations, so there's going to be the potential of getting lost in there. I've got some markers here for some of the teams here [points to a handful left on the floor], but you lot who haven't arrived yet should bring something to mark where you've been as well.

In Orion's message, he said we should be able to find our way to the right area easy enough, but if you know your ships--and I do--it's not going to be as simple as that. We have to find the right door to even get access to the main engine control room. But Orion was useful for something since he gave us the passcodes we can use--just didn't tell us which one, so we going to have to try them all out and hope we don't get locked out of the system. That's a risk we're going to have to take.

I don't know about you, but when the right door is found, we shouldn't let Ganymede know or else he'll come running and try to put a stop to this. [hopes to find the man before this can happen.] So to get around any nosy captains, when you do find the door, use Klavier's suggestion and announce it over the Spheres, but say "I've hit my elbow on the door!" From there, we'll locate you and see about shutting down those engines.

All right, enough talk! Those of you who are still on your way, please be careful. And that goes for all of you as well. [eyes everyone in front of him, his expression serious.]

Now...allons-y! [points towards the door Ganymede had disappeared into.]
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[filter to Oliver]
Oliver, where are you? It doesn't take that long to get from the cinema to the transportation pads. [a little fear slips into his voice and he can almost feel another wave of time sickness coming on. he fights to push that feeling away.]
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[bit_impossible]

[his face breaks out into a grin; it doesn't matter that his question wasn't answered. he still sounds a bit nasally too, no thanks to the bandage.] As right as rain! Well, sort of. Almost broke the ol' nose, but thanks to that helmet, it wasn't.

So. [slightly more serious now.] How are you feeling, Oliver?

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[oliverplus]

Me? [blinks groggily, looking around him] I'm fine. Kinda...hazy. [smiles faintly] Feels nice. But...we're in the hospital?

[is clearly surprised by that, and he pushes himself up, just slightly, with his right hand to take a proper look at himself, noticing the hospital gown (which he thankfully assumes the Doctor helped get him into), as well as the sling on his left arm, and the bandages and bruising on his right; he lies back down and slowly lifts his right hand, bringing it up to tap his face, cringing at what he finds] That really happened, then. I can hardly feel it.

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[wonders very briefly how R2 managed to get Oliver into a hospital gown, but decides not to raise the issue. he's sure that would get an interesting reaction out of his friend and he's not sure if he wants to handle that right yet. his smile still remains and he can feel his hearts slow to a more normal pace; he isn't sure when they started to beat so fast.]

Yes, it really happened and unless the ship's added another all white venue, we're definitely in the hospital. It's probably all for the best that you can't feel anything properly just yet. [remembers Oliver's cries of pain and clenches his teeth for a brief moment.]

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[oliverplus]

[looks up at the Doctor, quiet for a moment] Did you bring me here? No, you must've. [frowns thoughtfully]

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[bit_impossible]

[softly] I had. And for someone about my size, you can be quite the dead-weight, I'll have you know.

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[oliverplus]

[smiles sheepishly] Sorry about that. But how long have I been out? [eyes widen] And why are you still here, Doctor? They need you up there!

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[bit_impossible]

Ahhh, well... [rubs his head sheepishly, his eyes darting to the side and spying a digital clock on the wall and noting for the first time how much time has passed for him as well.] Oh, just an hour. And I'm still here because that robot made me. [why no, he doesn't sound the least bit annoyed...]

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[oliverplus]

Only an hour? [is visibly relieved] That's not too bad. But why's the robot keeping you? [lowers his voice, glancing around for any sign of the metal troublemaker] Is it still being a bit weird? It hasn't done anything, has it?

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[bit_impossible]

Well, from the amount of time I was awake, he was fine. Had to put me under to do this. [holds his left hand up.] Obviously thought it easier if I wasn't awake during it. [isn't going to tell Oliver the real reason why he was knocked out.] Gave me some pain killers as well and I'm wondering if any aspirins were used at all or not... [he's still curious about that little quirk from his fifth incarnation.]

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[oliverplus]

[frowns--he's not very fond of the idea that they were in the care of that robot while neither of them was conscious, but he decides not to comment on that; he'd rather not think about it anyway, and there are more pressing question to worry about] So you're okay now? You can go back there soon?

And what about me, Doctor? What did the robot say?

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[bit_impossible]

Well, I'm not about to go making cartwheels down the hallways, but I'm well enough to search. [and wise enough not to get cocky and pontificate in front of those creatures]

But I'm afraid I don't know the answer to your quest--ohhh, hello there chart... [eyes a metallic folder hanging discretely by the foot of Oliver's examination table. he has a feeling the robot left it there for him on purpose--he hasn't seen the robot take notes before. still, he reads through them quickly, his expression neutral.]

Hmm, looks like he wants you moved into a private room for the night... Ugh, that means hospital food. [makes a face, sticking his tongue out in disgust] I haven't yet found a hospital that had appetizing food. I've found prisons with better food services.

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[oliverplus]

[the food is definitely not the first thing on his mind] I have to stay!? Why?

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[bit_impossible]

[stares at him for a second, disbelieving the question he just heard.]

You nearly cracked your skull open, Oliver. You've got a broken arm--clean break it seems, but that's not something that's going to heal overnight--and bruises galore. Also, you no doubt have had a concussion and possible internal bleeding if the number of bruises on your abdomen here are to be believed. [taps the chart]

So, you are staying put.

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[oliverplus]

[frowns, quiet for a moment before looking back up at the Doctor] It's...all going to heal okay, right? I mean...what if my memory... [sighs, trailing off]

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[bit_impossible]

Yes, it will. It's nothing your body isn't used to, you know.

What do you remember last?

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[oliverplus]

Yeah, I know...

[frowns, thinking] I don't know. I remember...well, I remember all this happening. [gestures at his arm] I guess that's a good sign.

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[bit_impossible]

[smiles gently] In the grand scheme of things, yes, I suppose that is.

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[oliverplus]

But after that...I'm not sure... [is quiet again, trying to remember what he can; sighs sadly] You got hurt saving me.

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[bit_impossible]

Well, I first got hurt trying to escape, so don't you dare start blaming yourself for that!

Or for my hand. If that creature hadn't grabbed hold of me...[his voice drops] you might not have gotten hurt this badly, Ollie. I failed you.

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[oliverplus]

[stares at him for a moment, speechless] Failed me!? Doctor, how could you possibly have failed me? You don't understand. I caused all of that!

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[bit_impossible]

You didn't cause any of this. How can you even say such a thing?! You didn't ask for those creatures to attack us!

I failed you when I failed to protect you from all this. No matter what I do, you wind up in hospital!

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[oliverplus]

Because of me! Because I can't fight! You've shown me so many things, done so many things, and just think how much more you could do if you didn't have me holding you back--getting hit over the head at every turn, not to mention everything else that's happened. I can't protect you. I can't even protect myself!

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[bit_impossible]

I never asked you to protect me.

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[oliverplus]

So why is it your job to protect me? Isn't that something we should both do? And look at what I've done! I can't help like this...

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[bit_impossible]

Because you're my responsibility! The moment you hop in my TARDIS, you sign yourself over to me as a sort of...charge in a way. Besides, you're my mate! Of course I'm going to look after you!