The Doctor didn't wake quite so quickly. It was something thick and unpleasant in his system, like sirlanomode or hydrotytrotype. He blinked his eyes, trying to grow accustomed to the unusually bright light.
His first thought was that he must've regenerated. He must've. He'd gone under that quicksand, he must've drowned and was brought here. It explained the huge gaps in his memory. He struggled to sit up and shifted a little in the bed. No, no, still had that mole between his shoulderblades.
Good. He loved that mole.
He heard the scraping of the curtain by his bed moving. So he was in a hospital? How did he get here, if he hadn't regenerated? Where was here? And where was---
Jack.
The Doctor grinned at the other man's appearance. "My turn for a 'hot nurse'?" he asked.
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Date: 2009-11-12 05:12 am (UTC)His first thought was that he must've regenerated. He must've. He'd gone under that quicksand, he must've drowned and was brought here. It explained the huge gaps in his memory. He struggled to sit up and shifted a little in the bed. No, no, still had that mole between his shoulderblades.
Good. He loved that mole.
He heard the scraping of the curtain by his bed moving. So he was in a hospital? How did he get here, if he hadn't regenerated? Where was here? And where was---
Jack.
The Doctor grinned at the other man's appearance. "My turn for a 'hot nurse'?" he asked.