While he'd been relieved to see that Brainiac 5 was alright, the Doctor was far less so to realize that Brainiac 5 wasn't... Brainiac 5. A shift later, and he still wasn't entirely sure what to make of it.
He did, however, know that he didn't like it. At all.
There had to be something he could do—there just had to be—but first came dinner. After lights out, he could see again about trying to fix things. Fix everything. (Or maybe even before. He could always try his sonic screwdriver on the lock.)
Byrne was already in the room when the Doctor was let in by a nurse. "Hello," the Doctor greeted, pushing the matter of Brainaic 5 from his mind temporarily. He headed for his desk, pausing before he sat to inspect his roommate briefly. He didn't exactly look like he was enjoying dinner, but at least he looked like he was in one (complete) piece. "Did alright last night?"
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He did, however, know that he didn't like it. At all.
There had to be something he could do—there just had to be—but first came dinner. After lights out, he could see again about trying to fix things. Fix everything. (Or maybe even before. He could always try his sonic screwdriver on the lock.)
Byrne was already in the room when the Doctor was let in by a nurse. "Hello," the Doctor greeted, pushing the matter of Brainaic 5 from his mind temporarily. He headed for his desk, pausing before he sat to inspect his roommate briefly. He didn't exactly look like he was enjoying dinner, but at least he looked like he was in one (complete) piece. "Did alright last night?"