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thecricketer"We need help, Doctor." Peri's voice trembled, only slightly. Erimem's head turned feverishly in her lap; she held a wet cloth against her forehead that the Doctor had soaked in a stream reflecting a red sun.
He nodded absently, focused on creating a fire with unfamiliar kindling. He didn't even know what kind of smoke signals there were here, if they were even recognised as such, but he had to try.
They were in a clearing, full of pale grass that turned to sparse shades in the gloomy night. They'd been running before Erimem collapsed, and it was daylight when the Doctor carried her here, Peri alert and anxious at his side.
They were both tired, hungry, worried out of their minds. If they were found it might well be by the wrong people.
They couldn't take the chance of waiting until morning, of resting and recovering. He didn't know what was wrong, how serious it was, how fast it worked.
He worked in relative silence for a time, punctured only by clashing wood and ghostly wind and deep breaths.
"Doctor, I know you don't like guns but I did manage to grab this thing and–"
"I'll show you the stun setting," he murmured.
"...Right. Good. When?"
"When I get this fire going!" he shouted, turning to glare at her before his expression softened.
"I'm...sorry, Peri." She swallowed, and nodded, and took one of his hands.
"We'll be okay. She'll...she'll be okay." He offered a faint, assuring smile and set back to work.
"I trust you," a hopeful whisper on the fretful wind, and he could only hope it wasn't misplaced.
He nodded absently, focused on creating a fire with unfamiliar kindling. He didn't even know what kind of smoke signals there were here, if they were even recognised as such, but he had to try.
They were in a clearing, full of pale grass that turned to sparse shades in the gloomy night. They'd been running before Erimem collapsed, and it was daylight when the Doctor carried her here, Peri alert and anxious at his side.
They were both tired, hungry, worried out of their minds. If they were found it might well be by the wrong people.
They couldn't take the chance of waiting until morning, of resting and recovering. He didn't know what was wrong, how serious it was, how fast it worked.
He worked in relative silence for a time, punctured only by clashing wood and ghostly wind and deep breaths.
"Doctor, I know you don't like guns but I did manage to grab this thing and–"
"I'll show you the stun setting," he murmured.
"...Right. Good. When?"
"When I get this fire going!" he shouted, turning to glare at her before his expression softened.
"I'm...sorry, Peri." She swallowed, and nodded, and took one of his hands.
"We'll be okay. She'll...she'll be okay." He offered a faint, assuring smile and set back to work.
"I trust you," a hopeful whisper on the fretful wind, and he could only hope it wasn't misplaced.
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