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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]

[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!

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[oliverplus]

And you're not mine?

You don't get it, Doctor. We would've both been fine if I'd just fought.

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[bit_impossible]

Ollie...

On the contrary, I get it perfectly well. None of this would've happened if we simply ran away sooner. And I've never asked you to fight. Not like this. Fight with your mind and your words yes, but with guns and weapons of any kind... [trails off for a moment, Davros's words coming back to him despite himself.] That's not what I've wanted. Not for you or anyone else.

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[oliverplus]

But when there was no other choice, I hesitated. And this is what happened...

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[bit_impossible]

No, it only seems like there was no other choice. You chose not to fight--but you took just a second too long. That's really all the difference in the world, you know. Whether something lives or dies, wins or loses.

But what matters is you're alive. The creatures were distracted long enough that I could get you out of there and down here. Luck was with us the rest of the way.

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[oliverplus]

Always a choice, huh? [can't help a faint smile at the familiar sentiment; it's one of those moments that reminds him this is the same Doctor after all]

Just...be careful when you go back down there, Doctor. Go with someone who can protect you.

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[bit_impossible]

I will. [which is such a lie.]

But, I'm not going to leave you here by yourself. I heard Riku got attacked somewhere in the hospital level, so the sooner we get you to a private room, the better.

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[oliverplus]

Well, I'm ready to move when you are. [probably not the best idea, especially since he's not sure how much control he has over his limbs with his senses as dull as they are, but the Doctor needs to get back to searching]

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[bit_impossible]

Yep, I'm--hold on a mo'. [looks around, distracted, and wanders away for a moment, disappearing behind some drawn curtains. suddenly he lets out an, "Ah ha!" and comes back over, pushing a streamlined wheelchair in front of him.]

Here we are! Would've been nice to have one of these before, but at least now you'll be off your feet. So come on, hop on!

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[oliverplus]

Good idea. [uses his good hand to push himself up to a sitting position, but his movements are slow; he feels a bit like he did when he was recovering from the neuro-paralyzer--his senses are dull and his limbs slow to respond; once he's there, he glances at the Doctor] Hey, uh...make sure I don't fall, okay? I don't know what this painkiller is, but I'm sorta numb all over. [prepares to get off the table; he'll just have to be on his feet for a minute before he can get in the chair]

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[bit_impossible]

Well, you probably feel numb all over because your body was injured all over, Ollie. [gives him a subtle look as he goes over to help him, offering his hand.]

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[oliverplus]

Yeah, thanks for reminding me... [doesn't take the Doctor's hand right away as he needs his good one to push off of the table from, but once his feet touch the ground, he grabs for the Doctor's hand immediately; his balance is nonexistent at the moment, and even the painkillers are having a hard time fully dulling the pain that move just earned]

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[bit_impossible]

[he steps in the moment Oliver grabs for his good hand, thinking it wiser that his friend can use him as a crutch of sorts until his legs can function better.] All right, steady on...

[carefully, he leads him over to the wheelchair he braced against another examination table so the chair wouldn't go flying away backward.]