Functional Art

Robin yelped, eyes scrunched shut as he yanked the blade from her shoulder. She knew it - she knew something was going to happen, but why did it have to be this? She shuddered as he wrapped the wound with the cloth, the extra pressure not exactly helping the pain. At this point, nearly everything was drowned out but the beating of her heart in her ears, but she still managed to get herself up off the ground, at least. The screen flickered off, leaving them to the blue room for a short moment before a door swung open. 'Come on, hurry up!' The man behind the voice shouted, anger leaking through from the situation he was just put in. If the men had only listen - just this once! - they wouldn't be in this mess right now, and the girl wouldn't be bleeding out. 'Medical is just out there, come on!' He urged again, the medics from before waiting outside to take her to the on-base hospital. Now the scientist had to go and find out which of the soldiers decided to load that thing, along with adjusting the aim on it. At least one good thing came from this because he never would have known.

The man behind the voice jumped back, cowering under the Doctor's gaze. But how did he even plan on doing that?! He had no idea where they even bloody were! 'Y-Yes sir, heheh, b-but, um. y-you still d-dont know where y-you are, let alone h-how far we t-took you...' His voice trailed off as he gave up trying to convince him, slinking away as best as he could in this situation. Fine. Let the girl bleed out while he tried to find his ship. He didn't care.

Robin whimpered, her blood beginning to soak through her jacket and onto the cloth. She held a hand over the wound, giving up on standing with her head feeling like this. Everything was spinning - everything. She felt as if she had no control over how gravity was affecting her and that she was about to go floating off into space. Her arms trembled as she slumped back against the wall while the Doctor tried to make himself clear, swaying as she tried to keep even this much of herself upright. Blimey, this hurt.

Robin groaned, pushing herself up as best as she could with her one working arm before hopping on the Doctor's back, breathing a sigh of relief as she managed to make it up. At least she didn't have to walk anywhere, but she still felt bad. He didn't have to cart her around just yet, she was conscious at least, yet here she was, on his back. What was he so angry about? That she simply couldn't get - why he was so mad. Sure she got hurt, but when wasn't she going and sticking her neck in some sort of trouble? It wasn't like it was the end of the world, and hopefully she wasn't going to bleed out, but still, he was just so... mad. It scared her, honestly. Angry Doctor was, well, terrifying.

Quietly, the man of the voice rounded up a few medics to help lead the Doctor back to the street, already thinking he might completely ignore them anyway. Still, they were quite a way away from his ship, and with the girl in this condition - and especially with his anger, which only seemed to grow in his eyes - there wasn't really the time to get lost. A couple of medics beckoned to the Time Lord, beginning to lead the pair towards a sort of teleport out, assuming that would hurt less than the stairs.

Robin whimpered quietly, a small, weak smirk on her lips. Always making a joke of a desperate situation, he was. At least he was helping and not just standing there attempting humor. The medics watched intently, waiting for them to enter the ship. It was their orders not to let them out of their sight, but this time, the orders didn't come from a voice they recognized. Not really anyway. It seemed that lately, they'd get strange, warbled transmissions coming through, but they never questioned them. It was probably just Kiarki or Iunao trying to get to them, right? It had to be, they were the only ones with access to the channel. They stood like guards, staring at the outside of the TARDIS and awaiting the pair's return.

((blerg, short, but it'll get better >.>))

Robin grunted as she was set down, good hand coming up to put pressure back on the wound. It was about time to get that bandage off, yeah? It had already just about been soaked through. She tried not to thing about it, though, the blood loss and the simple thought of blood on its own making her feel woozy. Staying as still as she could, she let the Doctor move the fabric of the strip and her jacket before applying some sort of cream to the cut. She hissed, scrunching her face up and clenching her jaw. Bloody hell, that hurt. What even was that? Who used cream on a wound like that? She only relaxed her jaw once she tasted the metallic liquid from her tongue, only managing to cringe more at the taste. God, blood was just gross. Plain out disgusting, it was. Opening her eyes, she tried to sit up only to feel her head practically roll off her body. 'Woah..' She moaned, shaking her head with a wince. 'Alright. No more gravity. I can live with that..' She murmured to herself jokingly, trying to get adjusted to her lightheaded feeling.

Robin glanced up at the Doctor, a small smile placing itself on her face. Maybe it seemed forced, she didn't know. It was hard enough keeping her head up right now anyway, but his expression didn't help too much. Sometimes Hurt Doctor was worse than Angry Doctor. What was he feeling like that for? She was the one who got shot in the shoul- oh. Her smile slipped a bit, but she wouldn't let it fall away. 'Come on, you think it's just you? S'not like you're the only trouble magnet around here, said it yourself - the Med Bay is practically my bedroom at this point.' Her smile slipped some more, seeing that this approach wasn't really helping. '... Doctor, you know that isn't your fault. Honestly, it could've been anyone out there right now - any one of those people could be bleeding to death in my place, but they aren't. And how would we have known to go and stop them, eh?' Offering a weak, but finally genuine smile, she tried to get the Doctor's mind off the topic of her injury or their circumstances or whatever it was he was moping about this time. Poor man. For a time traveler, he spent quite a bit of time worrying over the past...

'Alright then, not liver - gross - chips? Honestly I don't care, just not liver,' The young girl giggled, sticking her tongue out at the thought. The one time she had liver it literally got up and crawled away. It wasn't something worth trying again in her opinion.

Robin groaned, getting to her feet with a hand on the bed to support her. She didn't want to walk. She didn't want to move. Gravity was still refusing to take affect. The second she let go, she'd fly up and hit the ceiling. Reluctantly following the Doctor into the kitchen, she immediately plopped down in a chair, resting her head on the table. God, that was horrible. Truly, honestly horrible. After a moment, she began to wonder why he wasn't talking. That's normally what he did, right? Talk? That and accidentally get them killed. Raising her head, she nearly smirked at his request. Ha, she actually knew a room on the TARDIS better than he did. That was not something she'd ever think would happen. 'Steak.. Well, I'd check the freezer, usually where meat is kept, and if you've got any chips, they'd either be in that cupboard over there,' She raised her arm to point to one near the door, 'Or in the freezer next to the steak. Depends on what kind of chips you're making, I suppose. Good luck on the whole cooking-meat-while-its-frozen thing.' And with that, she let her head fall back onto the table.

((this reply made me hungry. thanks.))

The doctor eyes Robin curiously for a moment before turning to look at the refrigerator behind him. The only time he ever used it was too get a drink of a banana. Rose always laughed at him for keeping his banana in the refrigerator. Nothing wrong with a cold banana, shaking his head, he walked over to power inside the freezer idly. "Aha! Found it." He announced happily while turning around to show Robin the frozen steaks he found. Grinning brightly, he began pulling various spices and other cooking utensils from the cupboards.

Before long, the Doctor placed a plate full of chips and steak in front of his companion then at across from her, arms folded over his chest as he watched. "Well? Eat already, you need it and I know you do.,"

Robin picked her head up from the table to eye the food warily. She didn't want to eat anything anymore. Now that the actual food was in front of her, she'd lost her appetite. She did have to admit, though, this was impressive for the Time Lord. Better than Theta - poor man couldn't make a simple pancake without turning it green or exploding. '.. Fine..' She pulled the plate closer, grabbing a chip to start with before she even attempted to eat the steak, the piece of meat suddenly intimidating. It wasn't long until she was out of chips and there was still a whole steak on her plate. Ugh. Sighing quietly, she picked up the fork and knife and cut off a bite, trying to stomach the food. The chips were already pushing it and she felt like she was going to be sick but the Doctor was right - she needed the iron. Stupid blood. At this point she'd rather eat a metal brick. Too bad that wouldn't exactly go over well... She popped a bit of the steak in her mouth, eyes trained on the table as she tried to keep it down. Blech. It seemed like the worst meal she'd ever had in her life. Pity.

Robin sighed heavily, watching him leave before shoving the offending plate away and slamming her head on the table. God, she was going to hurl. What good was any of this if she hurled it back up? Better to have the small amount she did eat, right? Well.. The Doctor probably wouldn't let her get away with it, so she let out a small whimper and sat back up, pulling the plate over and taking another small bite. This was going to take a while.

A good 10 minutes later, Robin had finished most of the steak and decided it good enough. The rest, she dumped in the rubbish bin before going back to the console room at an unusually slow pace, her head practically spinning. Oh well, it wasn't like this was going to last forever. Peeking her head in, she frowned, crossing her arms and entering the room quietly. She paused before finally speaking. '...So - now what? Stopping them still, are we?'

Robin rolled her eyes, taking her usual place in the jump seat despite her protests. 'Nope. Not staying. I can walk around just fine and I'm not getting left behind again.' Crossing her arms, she glared at him, sick of just being that kid who can't do anything for herself. The little human girl who can't do a damn thing to help anyone. Even just to prove to herself she was helpful and not a nuisance to have on board. But no, in any dire situation she could possible get hurt in, she was left back in the ship to wait it out. This time she wasn't having it. Sighing heavily, her eyes turned to the console. 'At least let me do something to help..'

((I typed out a full 2 paragraphs before it got deleted and im just not in the mood to do that again))

Robin sighed quietly, eying the button and knowing full well what he was doing. Whatever, he wasn't going to let her do anything so this was what she got. She could always just sneak out. But then he'd know she wasn't holding the button because the TARDIS would show up. Who cared, she could get along fine on her own out there, she only had to worry about making it to the doors before it dematerialized. 'Fine,' She grumbled, getting up to go lean on the console near the button so she could push it when she was meant to.

((I really can't write more than this right now))

Robin nodded quietly, pushing down the button the moment he left the TARDIS. Should she actually wait here? Or could she just sneak off now and let him deal with it? Well might as well give it a moment so she'd look like she at least tried to sit there and do nothing. Seriously, how did he not see her doing this? At least she had a bit of time to figure out how to escape the machine before it took off...

The medics outside began chatting quietly to themselves as the Doctor exited, working together and summoning a portal back to the lab before he had even had the chance to protest. A flash of light later and a smaller, obviously younger medic wandered back, looking around confused at the lack of his colleges.

A woman scowled, her face illuminated by the screens of security footage of the city. So many places, so many candidates, so little time to get the money she needed. For now, she'd just have to seek out someone worthy enough for her cause, someone that would actually be helpful. Sighing heavily and finding no one useful in the labs she had been infiltrating for the past week, she switched to the street cam, raising an eyebrow at the man who strolled out of a police box. Well wasn't that peculiar? Lowering her goggles, she tapped a button on the side and examined him as the cameras followed his path. Damn, he was a Time Lord. Too strong minded, them. Never worked. Although, just because he was out there alone didn't mean that the 'police box', which she had worked out to be one of the legendary TARDISes, was empty. Now just who was sitting in there, hm? She switched to the lab view once he was teleported back, keeping it open to the side just in case he proved to be useful.

((totally failed at spelling, grammar, and everything else but whatever))