The Chin and the Impossible Girl

Broken ankle part 2

Broken ankle part 2

"Wait a minute," Clara asked looking around the TARDIS seemingly searching for something. She sighed finally and turned back to the Doctor. "How am I mean't to get you out of here?" she asked. The Doctor looked around as well hissing again in annoyance. "You know you sound like a snake when you do that?" Clara said playfully. The Doctor smiled at her but his smile was broken by a shooting pain. Clara noticed this as her eyes flashed with an idea. "Wait a min! Again!" she called as she darted out. About five minutes later Clara returned armed with a wheelbarrow filled with a multitude of fluffy pillows. "Right. Hop in!" she said to the Doctor, hands on hips, as he looked at her strangely.

"Hop? In there?" he asked making himself sound stupid repeating his companions question.

"Yes, quite literaly. In you pop," she said wheeling it up nearer to him and holding the handles. The Doctor sighed, considering all his options before carefully trying to stand up. Clara let go of the wheelbarrow to help him as he got in gasping out in pain. Clara tried to ignore him as much as possible. She was doing the right thing and the cries stopped as soon as he was sitting still. "Right off we go then!" Clara said lifting the wheelbarrow and slowly pushing it to the TARDIS doors. She stopped near he exit to get her breath back. The Doctor may be thin but he sure wasn't light. "Can you- y'know do that thing?" Clara asked panting as the Doctor clicked his fingers as the TARDIS doors swung open. Clara wheeled him into what looked like a hospital reception. Nurses were running everywhere. They looked human enough but as they turned Clara could see a red patch, like a sort of birth mark, on each of them. "Who are they? Clara asked as the Doctor snapped his fingers to shut the TARDIS door.

"Nembutuals. An old race. Not as old as the Time Lords but close. Have special healing powers somehow ok? Which I really need now!" the Doctor replied as Clara got what he was trying to say. She pushed him up to the reception desk as he handed her the physic paper. "Just think of what you want it to say ok?" he whispered as she nodded.

"Afternoon!" the receptionist smiled. "What can I do for you?" she asked. Clara held up the physic paper as the receptionist looked at it puzzled. "The gardening police for his royal highness?" she asked puzzled.

"Yes. That's why we have a wheelbarrow and a police box-" Clara began as the Doctor sighed and took over, reaching across for the physic paper and pretending to swap it.

"How about this?" he asked holding the paper again. This time the receptionist looked shocked at the Doctor and then confused at Clara.

"But your colleague..." she began as the Doctor made the 'cu coo' impression with one finger. She nodded as Clara huffed. "Anyway what seems to be the problem sir?"

"I slipped on your supposed 'slip-free' floor as it was not correctly signposted," the Doctor stated as the receptionist paled slightly.

"I'm so sorry sir, we weren't expecting anyone anyway and I'll get that sorted immediately. Hold on a moment and we'll get you checked out," she said as the Doctor smiled throughout the stinging of his ankle and the slight nausea rising every time he had to speak.

"That's perfect thank you!" he said and Clara wheeled him back towards the chairs in the waiting area.

"What did it say?" she asked in a hushed voice referring to the physic paper.

"That we were health and safety, I had broken my ankle as the heath and safety wasn't well executed oh and that you were mad," the Doctor replied as his name was called out by another nurse. He had the same red mark on his cheek but his was slightly bigger and more rounded. He introduced himself and took the wheelbarrow from Clara directing them into another room, sitting down. Clara half listened to the conversation the Doctor and the nurse they had, the Doctor telling him what he had told the receptionist, him proving his ankle was broken using his sonic screwdriver and finally she perked up listening to the nurses diagnosis.

"Well Doctor, your ankle is most defiantly broken as you say. I think if we spray it with anti-inflammatory treatment and then rub bone fixing ointment in then that should bring it down to a fracture. Then we'll put a cast on and for that you'll be sedated. You'll be done in about forty-five minutes," he stated as Clara gawped.

"You can actually do that?!" she asked as the Doctor made the 'cu coo' action again. The nurse ignored her as he took off the Doctors boot and sock. Clara was shocked at how gruesome it looked. Apart from noticing how hairy the Doctors leg was, his ankle was puffy and purple. It had a bulge at one side where the bone was obviously threatening to break through. The nurse sprayed red-orangey liquid over it which instantly made the purple disappear and the puffiness deflate like a ballon. As the nurse brought out the cream Clara could see the Doctors face tense. She reached over to grab his hand and he smiled back squeezing it.

"Ready?" the nurse asked the Doctor with the cream in hands. The Doctor nodded as the nurse rubbed it on the broken area pressing it on the area poking out. The Doctor cried out, tears threatening, moving his leg violently at times in order to try and shake the nurse off. As the last bit was applied the bulge had gone and the Doctor was exhausted from the thrashing and crying. Clara stroked the hair out of his eyes. "Right going to put the cast on now ok? So your going to have to be sedated for this bit alright?" the nurse said. The Doctor nodded kissing Clara's hand as he was gassed. Clara rubbed circles into his hand as he fell soundly asleep.

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"Ohhhh! It's blue! I like the colour blue!" the Doctor exclaimed as soon as he'd woken up and looked at his cast. Clara was reading a magazine and the Doctor had made her jump with his loud, camp comment.

"I know it's lovely. I chose it for you, thought you might like it," Clara said. The Doctor smiled as he sat up in his hospital bed.

"Can we go yet?" he asked bored already.

"Nope the nurses here want you to stay for a couple of hours. Try some of the tea though its lovely!" Clara said holding up her own cup.

"What do we do?" the Doctor asked ignoring Clara's tea comment.

"Well that nice receptionist gave me a pen so I could write on your cast. I wrote something already you see, there," Clara said pointing to the little scratchy drawing of two stick figures. One with long straight hair and one with a little flick. The one with the little flick had his foot sticking up in the wrong angle and underneath read the caption 'My Silly Doctor'

"I can't read it!" the Doctor pouted looking down at his cast. "It's upside down!" Clara sighed as she brought the pen out again. "And why are we standing on our heads?" the Doctor pondered. Now it was Clara's chance to make the 'cu-coo' action.

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