*Recovery room*
A little later, a shadowy figure flits past the camera.
"Hmm." Bill groans. A male with beard and long hair is there.
"Oh, awake, is it? Awake now. Good, settle." He leaves. Bill struggles to sit up. There is a box-like structure on her chest roughly where the hole had been. She grabs at it through the opening in her robe. We can see little lights on it.
"Wait for me." A memory of the Seer says.
"Seer!" She thinks she sees her, but she vanishes.
"Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain." A voice says. Bill gets out of bed, takes hold of her IV, looks up at the time dispay - Day 000365036 00h 23m 28s - and then walks out into -
*Time skip*
There is a corridor which runs from the Conversion Theatre down past several sets of doors. The theatre has a red light glowing outside and the very faint whine of a drill or saw coming from within.
"Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain." Bill looks into a ward, where people are lying very still in beds. The sign over the door says IN. The one opposite says OUT.
"Pain. Pain. Pain."
*Time skip*
Bill enters. The patients sit slumped in wheelchairs, with their heads covered with those bags fastened at their necks by metal collars. One at the far end is jabbing at a pad.
"Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain."
Bill leans towards it and it reaches for her.
"Who's making all that noise? Who is it?" A nurse says. Bill hides behind a floor-length curtain at the end of the ward which is covering a set of French windows. A well-built woman and the hairy man enter.
"Pain. Pain. Pain."
"Right, what's the matter with you, hmm? Making all that fuss."
"Pain. Pain."
"Let's see now." The orderly notices Bill's IV bottle swaying gently on its support by the curtain. Bill looks out and he gestures for her to hide.
"Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain." The nurse adjusts a knob on the top of the patient's drip.
"That's better, isn't it? Right then, Mister Razor, might as well do the rounds, now I'm here."
"Rounds? Yes, it is. Rounds, good, yes." Razor replies. Bill looks out and he gestures for her to hide. He closes the ward doors quickly as he follows the nurse out. Bill comes out. The patient is still jabbing at his keyboard but there is no sound. Bill looks at the top of the drip and sees it is a volume knob. She turns it back up.
"Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain."
"Sorry, mate."
"Pain." She turns the volume back down again.
"I'm really sorry." Bill says. She crosses to the patient opposite and turns up the volume on that one.
"Kill. Me. Kill. Me. Kill. Me. Kill"
"Sorry, sorry."
"This way, Mister Razor. Look sharp!"
Bill parts the curtains and looks out at a high-rise city belching muck and dirt up to the ceiling, which is labelled 1056. The Kill Me patient gets out of its chair and comes behind her, hand reaching for her neck. Then it collapses. The orderly, Mister Razor, had hit it on the back of the head. He grins.
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The Doctor Of War ³
FanfictionThe Seer wife of the doctor, Has been with him through the beginning of time, they have lost more, they have seen things, but through it all they stuck together.
