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“Is that blood?”

Her eyes darted to the red on her fingers. It wasn’t much, but it still wasn’t good. She quickly wiped it on her trousers - never mind the cloth, she could wash that. With luck he wouldn’t notice it under her hair. After all, if it didn’t hurt, it couldn’t be so bad and she was feeling fine. No need to worry for a small wound.

“No.”

#meme reply #augmentxd #psiimon #v: cured #ask away #ok so the computer went crazy with this #and froze for like 10 min

psiimon:

“Just about,” he pants, trying to get his breath back as he slumps against the wall next to Oswin. “Think one of them clipped me, though…”

He extends one leg and points down at a small, bloodied rip in the leg of his trousers where one of the hail of bullets caught him as they made a break for it.

“You alright?”

OSWIN GLANCES DOWN. It’s a concentrated wound but she knows that doesn’t mean it’s any less dangerous. ❝ I’m fine, ❞ she brushes off. If he managed to get her talking about what was really going on in her head it would be much later ------ and she’d be very impressed.

❝ —————- That needs to be looked at. ❞

#psiimon #( verse. ) total screaming genius.#( &. insane hacking skills. )#( thank queue for making me feel special. )

“Shit! Sorry, I didn’t see you there… Are you okay?”

The Master huffed, picking himself up. He might have been aggravated, but his pride trumped his temper for the moment. “Fine. I’m fine. Look where you’re bloody going.”

#psiimon

"Do you think I just turn my secrets out for everyone?"

A wide grin spread on her face, so wide she felt like it might stretch right off her face. There wasn’t a way her body could express the joy she felt in hearing these few words. But then, it was the first time anyone had told her anything like that, something that made her feel special, but in a good way.

“Of course not,” she beamed. “Otherwise they wouldn’t be secrets, would they?”

#so happy it melts my heart #psiimon #v: cured

( &. psiimon. )

“Ah–ah, steady on,” Psi winced. Clara’s probing at his leg had made it twinge unpleasantly– and the resulting shudder he failed to suppress made bone grate on broken bone, only intensifying the discomfort. “Yeah, it hurts. Just a bit. How far away did you say the TARDIS was?” he added– he didn’t much fancy his chances of trying to hobble back to the ship unless it was close. But then again, he realised, he might not have another choice…

CLARA DIDN’T BOTHER APOLOGISING ----- the nose wrinkle was probably enough to show that she was. ❝ It’s about four corridors away, probably. D’you think you’ll be able to manage? ❞ They’d probably attempt anyway, and if worst came to worst --------- he ended up falling with the pain, she have to run herself and have the TARDIS brought to him. ( She needed to start carrying her key with her. ) As long as no other monsters appeared from the ashes of their fallen, that was safe. Ish.

#psiimon #( verse. ) egomaniac.#( arc. ) don't even argue.#( thank queue for making me feel special. )