Jack stepped back and then turned sharply towards her as she slumped down. He ran over and moved down to her height, crouching beside her and one hand reached out towards her side. She was bleeding, and he tried to stem it, but the blood loss was already considerable.
"It doesn't matter," he said dismissively. "It can't hurt me. You have to come with me now. I'll get you to the TARDIS and we'll stop this okay?"
He spun his head back and looked at the vent, the gas was getting out and into the room. He stood and ran to the door, tried to open it but the buckling of the ship had moved the mechanism. He couldn't get it open.
Immediately, he ran back to her side, squatted down next to her.
"It's okay," he said. "We can still get out. Vortex manipulator, see? Handy little thing. Now stay with me, Beatrice, okay? You stay with me." Even as he was taking he was ripping the arm from his shirt and trying to use it against her side to hold against her wound.
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"It doesn't matter," he said dismissively. "It can't hurt me. You have to come with me now. I'll get you to the TARDIS and we'll stop this okay?"
He spun his head back and looked at the vent, the gas was getting out and into the room. He stood and ran to the door, tried to open it but the buckling of the ship had moved the mechanism. He couldn't get it open.
Immediately, he ran back to her side, squatted down next to her.
"It's okay," he said. "We can still get out. Vortex manipulator, see? Handy little thing. Now stay with me, Beatrice, okay? You stay with me." Even as he was taking he was ripping the arm from his shirt and trying to use it against her side to hold against her wound.