"Welcome to the ship, Mr. Di Angelo and Mr. Solace." he said, his tone not generating any sort of emotion at all, except possibly boredom.
Nico nods and Will gives a quiet grunt, resting with Nico. Nico bites his lip in worry.
"You seem unwell, Mr. Solace. We have instruments in the infirmary that could help ease whatever pain you're experiencing, if that is what you wish." the Master offered. This wasn't supposed to be helpful, he derived no pleasure from helping the weak and sick, unlike the Doctor, but it would be of more use to him that there would be more people around to keep the Doctor out of trouble, and keeping them in stable, healthy conditions could help ensure this.
Nico nods, "Please." He says softly, looking down at Will in complete concern. The son of Apollo can only nod slightly, weak and frail.
The Master scooped Will up, carrying him to the infirmary gently and setting him down on one of the sterile hospital beds. It was as if he'd had to do such a thing many times, which, knowing the Doctor, was probably the case. "Now, I'm going to diagnose you. Hold still, otherwise it will interfere with my instruments." the Master instructed, waving a beeping metal baton over Will's sickly form.
Will holds stock still, not moving an inch.
The Master went to cabinets stocked with medical supplies packed in an eccentric manner. "How many times do I have to tell him not to rearrange everything?" he muttered, cursing in an alien language, or at least what could have been assumed to be cursing. "Now, this is going to hurt, and I'm not going to apologize for it." he said, sticking a needle and injecting something into his system. "Although I can assure you that any pain you're experiencing will fade quickly and you'll look slightly more alive than you do in your current state."
Will doesn't answer and Nico sits next to the other, gently patting his hand. "Can't it be done in pill form, master? Or at least something else then a needle? Will is terrified of them." He says softly.
"I just put the medicine into his system through a needle, I'm not sure what the problem is. Now, that will act as a painkiller. If either of you could elaborate on Mr. Wallace's symptoms, or even tell me specifically what he is afflicted with, I believe I could piece together a solution that will at least be a temporary fix." he said.
Nico looks down at Will. "Will was diagnosed with severe depression, and after a certain even, he hasn't slept, hasn't eaten, hasn't been taking care of his mental or physical state." He mutters, "He's gotten sick multiple times, and he's not getting better." He mutters.
"Dehydration, lack of sleep, below average weight for his age, height, and build, high fever, salt deficiency, and oxytocin levels leave much to be desired. Yes, the readings I have for Mr. Solace match up with your analysis, Mr. Di Angelo. I suggest rest, scheduling meals so he gets proper nourishment, and possibly, if you feel up to this noble task, talking to someone." the Master said, his facial expressions showing little to no interest in the situation, his tone radiating mold annoyance.
Nico glares at the master. "Easier said than done." He rolls his eyes, "Even I could give that analysis and I'm not a son of Apollo, heck, I'm not even a doctor! Will can barely process anything. He has barely talked, he can't eat, if he can he refuses, he barely does anything. He can barely handle himself any more and you don't think I've been trying that for the last two weeks?!" He cries.
"Mr. Di Angelo, I would request that you could refrain from having a complete and utter breakdown over the situation." the Master said, taking a small bottle from a cabinet. "Have him take two of these every morning, they're nutrition tablets that work as a passable substitute for food and will return him to a less corpse-like state, and I might be able to find some sort of sleep aid of the Doctor hasn't consumed it all already. But this does not concern me. If Mr. Solace is unable to see reason, then I do not believe that I would be able to help him further than this. I am not a therapist, nor am I a guidance counselor."
Nico takes the pills. "Thank you anyways." He says softly.
A monitor beeped, the Master walked over to check it. What he saw there caused him to make a mad dash for the console room. Where he had seemed bored and emotionless one moment, more emotions than you could keep track of had crossed his face when he saw the screen.
Alison supported the Doctor, helping him limp back to the TARDIS. There was so much blood….
When they got back, the Doctor had passed out, and Alison had had to set him down on the couch. "Oh, come on, stupid… where has everyone gone?" she muttered.
Nico dashes after the Master. "What happened?" He calls when he sees the doctor and Alison.
"What happened? Who did this?" the Master barked, making Alison jump a little. "He got hit on the battlefield," said Alison. "What do we do now?" said Alison, but she could see that the Master wasn't listening to her. It was the angriest she'd ever seen him, even more so than when the Doctor had overruled him on some point of TARDIS maintenance. She hadn't really thought that he cared about the Doctor that much. Admittedly she didn’t quite understand their relationship yet, but the Master always seemed irritated with the Doctor, amused with him at best; he openly resented being stuck in the TARDIS. "Listen to me," said Alison, even more frustrated than usual with her companions' tendencies toward complicated and hidden feelings. "How can we help him?" she asked urgently. “Get him to the infirmary,” said the Master, not looking at her. His eyes were furious, rage filled, fixed on the open doors and the muddy world beyond. “You carried him this far, you can carry him down the corridor.”
Nico takes the doctor. "Go rest Alison." He says gently before lugging the Doctor carefully towards the infirmary.
"Wait, how do we fix him? He's lost too much blood for his own good and- wait!" Alison shouted. "Whoever did this will pay," said the Master. He turned back to the doors, hands clenching and unclenching as he headed out of the TARDIS. Alison yelled at him, trying to get him to come back, but the Master just kept going, his every movement radiating rage. He made it just out the door before reeling backwards and falling to the floor, unmoving. Alison stepped up to the Master. His eyes were blank, and Alison shook him before realizing that something must have shut him off. She needed him activated, she needed him to tell her what to do, how to stop the Doctor from dying. Alison hesitated before reaching toward the Master's face, trying to figure out how to restart him. Just as her hand brushed skin, the Master's eyes lit up again, and Alison jerked back. "What happened?" said the Master. His voice sounded strange, not controlled as much as it normally was, but also completely devoid of the furious anger which had gripped him only moments ago. "You freaked out and tried to leave the TARDIS. The Doctor needs medical attention and I don't know how your weird alien buzzy things work." Alison said. "If we don't help him quickly, he might die." she said. Emotions flicked across the Master's face faster than Alison could understand them, and finally he resolved to saying nothing, leading them to the infirmary and setting the Doctor on a surgical table, working quickly and efficiently, removing shrapnel and stopping the bleeding. "Are you alright?" Alison asked. "Miss Cheney, I'm not the one missing half his chest." the Master said, which probably meant no, he wasn't alright.
When Nico entered the infirmary with the doctor, he saw Will standing. He looked weak and sick. "let me see the Doctor." He says gently, taking the Doctor from Nico, hovering his hands over the doctor, he starts moving his hands in a circular motion, light threading through his fingers, spreading to the doctors chest.
"I was doing fine, Mr. Solace. You needn't worry." the Master said, his tone unusually tense. However, he had finished up and was now wrapping bandages around the Doctor's side.
Will shakes his head, "It's internal, bandages will do nothing." He whispers. "Besides, it's simple enough."
"And you do realize what I've been doing for the past hour, correct? Repairing internal and external hemorrhage and whatnot." the Master said sarcastically.
"There are errors." Will replies slowly.
"Are you an expert in Gallifreyan biology and physiology? No. Now do be quiet, I'm nearly finished." he snapped. "Er, robot…. android…. Time Lord person… you really don't need to be so harsh with Will. He's only trying to help." Alison said. "And you really don't need to avoid using my name, yet you do, Miss Cheney." the Master sighed in reply.
Will was quiet, so Nico spoke. "Will has healed multiple different species, aliens, etc. He knows what he's doing. A son of apollo has a blessing to be able to heal anything or anyone." He says, watching as the light flows around the doctor. A faint red could be seen pulsating through it. Blood. The doctors, regenerating as it fills the body, the flesh beginning to mend itself.
"Yes, but I'm simply finishing up my work. His body will recover more quickly than that of a feeble human's. After all, Time Lords do have superiority in nearly every aspect of biology, except for possibly in the human urge to act foolishly. That you surpass every species in." he said. Alison didn't understand why the Master was acting like this, he was always unusually overprotective of the Doctor, but this was practically possesive, obsessed almost.
Will pulls away, stumbling. Nico catches him woth worry in his eyes. "Oh god. Will…" He mutters, his eyes going wide.
"Miss Cheney, please deal with… with that." the Master said, waving her away. Alison rolled her eyes, but was still quite concerned about Will. "Is he alright?" she asked.
Nico gently picks him up fully. "He's been really sick for the past few weeks. I don't know if it's depression or something. He won't tell me what happened."
