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Symbolic Animal of Gallifrey
Saoirse had grabbed a bowl of ice and submerged the guys head in it. She was now carefully stitching the wound, her fingers squeezing the wound together as she worked. John's stitch work was neater than she would have expected. As he stitched, he was aware that whoever this guy was, he had a hell of a lot of scars on his back, John could feel the edges of them, and they felt like something a whip might have made. He found himself wondering who this guy was and what had happened to him.
Kay was now able to get a proeper look at the male. He was hooked up to a heart monitor, blood pressure and oxygen saturation messing device, and a whole host of other machines. He was Japanese with black hair cut into a messy fringe, his eyes were shut. He had tanned skin, and judging by the muscles in his arms and torso he was an athlete of some sort- a runner or a climber. He had a slim but muscled build. His mouth was slightly open and Kay could see the two tips of what could only be fangs sticking out. His clothes were tattered, but the colors were enough to make the link. This was the figure she had seen from Chas's taxi. This was the watcher.
The woman took the blood bags, IV stand and a tube with a butterfly needle on the end, attatching them together with practiced ease . She stuck the needle into the male's arm and squeezed the bag to start the flow. She looked at Kay "Okay, I need to you to pull the stake out. Count to three, then yank it out in one smooth movement. Then grab the tweezers, don't worry about the blood, Lott's got it under control."
Elliott had his hands to one side of the wound, while the blue haired woman put her hands on the other side. They looked at Kay waiting for her to start the count
Kay was now able to get a proeper look at the male. He was hooked up to a heart monitor, blood pressure and oxygen saturation messing device, and a whole host of other machines. He was Japanese with black hair cut into a messy fringe, his eyes were shut. He had tanned skin, and judging by the muscles in his arms and torso he was an athlete of some sort- a runner or a climber. He had a slim but muscled build. His mouth was slightly open and Kay could see the two tips of what could only be fangs sticking out. His clothes were tattered, but the colors were enough to make the link. This was the figure she had seen from Chas's taxi. This was the watcher.
The woman took the blood bags, IV stand and a tube with a butterfly needle on the end, attatching them together with practiced ease . She stuck the needle into the male's arm and squeezed the bag to start the flow. She looked at Kay "Okay, I need to you to pull the stake out. Count to three, then yank it out in one smooth movement. Then grab the tweezers, don't worry about the blood, Lott's got it under control."
Elliott had his hands to one side of the wound, while the blue haired woman put her hands on the other side. They looked at Kay waiting for her to start the count