After showering, the Doctor had intended to spend a little time looking over the bulletin, and then check up on Donna or find someone to chat with if she was still showering (she was probably still showering)—but he'd taken no more than a few strides across the room when he was stopped.
"Mr Smith!" a woman called out. He looked towards the nurse hurrying towards him; it wasn't the usual one. He suddenly couldn't help but think of the nurse that had... mutated on the bus the other night; she hadn't been the usual one, either. "Mr Smith, if I could trouble you..."
"Yes?" he said, flashing her one of his best smiles after a moment's hesitation.
"As I recall, you got along splendidly with Michael Blake during his time here," she said, casually taking his arm to lead him as she spoke. "One of our new patients is a few years younger than Michael, but since there are only a few other children his age here, I was hoping that maybe you could be a friend to him."
Before the Doctor could answer her, she stopped by a couch where a boy was leaning back with closed eyes. The Doctor wondered if maybe he was trying to sleep—but the nurse didn't seem to think he was.
"Mr Taylor, this is Mr Smith," she said immediately, gesturing towards the Doctor. "I hope you boys can get along!"
She gave a little wave to the two of them before bustling away. The Doctor watched her go for a moment before looking at the boy on the couch again. "Er—hello."
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"Mr Smith!" a woman called out. He looked towards the nurse hurrying towards him; it wasn't the usual one. He suddenly couldn't help but think of the nurse that had... mutated on the bus the other night; she hadn't been the usual one, either. "Mr Smith, if I could trouble you..."
"Yes?" he said, flashing her one of his best smiles after a moment's hesitation.
"As I recall, you got along splendidly with Michael Blake during his time here," she said, casually taking his arm to lead him as she spoke. "One of our new patients is a few years younger than Michael, but since there are only a few other children his age here, I was hoping that maybe you could be a friend to him."
Before the Doctor could answer her, she stopped by a couch where a boy was leaning back with closed eyes. The Doctor wondered if maybe he was trying to sleep—but the nurse didn't seem to think he was.
"Mr Taylor, this is Mr Smith," she said immediately, gesturing towards the Doctor. "I hope you boys can get along!"
She gave a little wave to the two of them before bustling away. The Doctor watched her go for a moment before looking at the boy on the couch again. "Er—hello."