December 26th, 2006
|purplerhino||08:19 pm - Infirmery influx|
Who: Dr. Beckett, Chloe, Ami, Doctor, Rose, Tayla etc
Where: Medical, Atlantis
When: Approx. one to two hours after SG-23's arrival
Invited: Anyone and everyone
Rose patiently withstood the poking and prodding, the taking of blood samples and the machine that doubled as a fetal heart monitor. It never ceased to amaze her when she heard the rapid double beat that almost sounded like a train.
The first time they had heard that, she’d felt the Doctor’s fear and worry, but he separated himself from it, so she no longer could sense it. He’d told her he’d thought he’d heard a problem, but all tests proved otherwise. He wasn’t lying, she could sense that, so she took his word on it.
The Sonagram was a bit different that the sonic imager, and while it didn’t give her the full three dimensional image of her baby, evidently Doctor Beckett could read it just fine.
“Oh, aye, he’s got a big head, this one.”
Rose snorted. “So does his father. So the second opinion is yes, definitely c-section, right?”
“It’s most likely. I don’t think you’ll be able to safely deliver with the usual dilation. Too many complications could come about.” He sounded like he said aboot, and Rose had to smile.
The Doctor nodded to the carefully labeled blood vials. His and Rose’s. “You’ll want to be looking at mine first. Unless it’s specially treated, it breaks down in one hour, twenty three minutes and fifteen seconds.”
It was a built in precaution Rassilon had instilled along with the third strand allowing regeneration. No one could keep, copy or clone Gallifreyian DNA without knowing how, and only Time Lords knew how.
“You’ll be staying for a while then? So I can run through these tests?” Beckett looked like he doubted the tourist story, even if it was the truth.
“Few days at least. Too many people to catch up with now,” the Doctor looked dejected.
“Least a week, yeah?” He winced, but nodded. She wouldn’t say it, because it still hurt a bit, but he’d give her a week visiting her mum. Now she didn’t have Jackie anymore, so his grand romantic gesture was allowing her to see friends she had made on the Island. Letting her stay in touch with her own world and time. In a way it gave her a more permanent home that the Tardis, though she considered the living ship more home than Earth any more, and it gave this baby a home world. He’d never give her flowers, or chocolates, or any of those corny things. He’d show her solar systems being born and dying, take her to places where she was the first human to step, and he gave her ties, for a man who didn’t do domestic, he was pretty good at certain aspects.
“So, can I eat yet?” Rose looked hopefully at Beckett.
“I’ll call for ye if there are any more questions. You can go have a bite, sure.” Beckett was looking somewhere between puzzled and excited over what readings he had so far. He was keeping himself reassuring and kind, a proper doctor with a wonderful bedside manner, but he was intrigued.
Collecting Jack and Ripley at the door, they had gone only ten minutes before Chloe was brought in. They managed to miss the first wave of problem patients entirely.
[Rose/Doctor] (Tag Beckett, Ami, Jon, anyone)
The extra security on the infirmary was not reassuring, and Rose gripped the Doctor's hand tighter. If they were walking into some sort of trap, she had faith he'd get them out. She looked behind them for a moment to see Jack and Ripley were very obviously not placing their hands anywhere near their sidearms. Either they were sure they were not in danger, or they were not tipping off the Marine walking behind them. Both their guns had a stun setting, always on, but the Marine's sidearms didn't look like they had the same 'soft' option.
There was the sounds of yelling, and weeping from the infirmary and as they rounded the doorway the Doctor stopped dead at the ordered chaos.
"I'd say somethin' was a bit off."
"Is that Faith?" Rose looked to where their friend was strapped to a bed.
"She doesn't usually like to the the Bondee, she prefers holding the keys."
"Jack, I really don't need the mental pictures of what you two get up to." Rose shook her head. With Jack and Faith on the same ship, with the same basic urges, there was little doubt they would burn off some tension, as it were. Not that they hadn't before. But really. TMI.
Jack offered as he headed to the nearest Marine. "Mind telling me why my friend is unconscious and strapped to a bed? Not that strapped to a bed is a bad look for her, mind you."
The Doctor headed for Carson Beckett. "Looks like you have a slight problem here. Need any help?"
Rose spotted Ami speaking with Jon and moved towards them. Little Izabell was sleeping in one bed. "Hey there. Is she alright?"
Rose felt the beginnings of a headache. It seemed wrong to have a little one in the middle of people cursing, yelling and weeping.
She looked at Jon, he had grown quite a bit since the island. He was quite a bit of alright. Molly was a lucky girl. "What's happenin' round here?"
|Date:||January 5th, 2007 01:42 am (UTC)|| |
"Everyone's gone mad," Ami supplied the answer. "She's sleeping, I guess that's the most that can be asked right now.
"She's been emotional. Everyone's emotional. Dr. Beckett thinks I might be emotional but it's hard for me to tell what's me and what's everyone else," Ami continued while she smoothed her daughter's hair and placed a kiss on her forehead. "But you're all right? You and the sprog?"
Rose shrugged a bit. “We seem fine so far. But then, with me, at this point, who could tell. I’ve cried more in the last six months than I did for five years before. Over little stuff, ya know. The funniest bit is how flustered the Doctor gets. He hates to see me cry and isn’t sure how to make me stop. He looks ready to run right from the room when these waterworks start.” Rose grinned her particular grin, tongue between her teeth.
“Of course, since we’ve gotten all empathic an all, we’ve been shutting each other out the last couple of months. He’s got these odd mood swings all on his own, an with my hormones yo-yoing, the others would be shovin’ us both out the door in the middle of space if we were locked in a loop, yeah?”
They had only been empathic with very strong emotions between them prior to the pregnancy, but it was as if the baby was acting as some sort of antenna, focusing and amplifying. Now they had mental barriers up all the time, and strong emotions still leaked through. It was a good thing that their empathy apparently was only between one another, or they might be in Ami’s situation right now.
“So, you’re not sure if your’re just bein’ a good mum and aggravated cause the munchkin’s off, or if it’s affectin’ you. Bein’ in here doesn’t seem all that brilliant, both of you will be pickin’ up everyone else’s upset on top of it all. Why don’t you see if Dr. Beckett will let you and Isabel find someplace away from people for a while. Take along a cute Marine if it’d make them feel better.”