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[When Nica comes on the screen, she's gasping and clutching her chest. It was a wonder she was able to turn on her device.]

Help...please.

[Clinic - After being saved]

[Nica's resting and recovering, if someone comes to see her, her eyes are closed but she'll open them if someone approaches.]

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Hey, hey, hey, hey, New Girl. Where are you?

My room.

[Door will ind he on her bed, her chair a good five feet from her as though she tried to grab it and it moved away from her.]

[Like the first time they met, Door steps through the wall opposite the actual door. She takes in Nica, the chair, and makes a swift decision: She goes for the chair, pulling it up to the bed.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out Nica needs to get to the medical suite.]

Nica, it's Door.

[She says it more to get Nica to focus.]

I'm going to help you into your chair, and lean on me all you want. I'm stronger than I look.

[Door uses the frame of the bed, as an anchor, so she won't pitch forward, then reaches out for Nica.]

[Fighting through the pain while she could get a breath, she gripped Doors arms.]

My bag...a syringe...

[If Door looked in the bag on the back of the chair, she'd find a syringe filled with a yellow liquid.

She'd still need a visit to the medical suite though, her heart getting damaged by each passing second.]

[Door figures the syringe will mean more help from Nica in getting her moving, so she digs through the bag with all the neatness of a cat in a box of tissue paper. She holds up the syringe as though it's a prize and then takes the cap off.]

If you can't do it, just point to where you want me to stab, and I'll do it.

[She holds it close enough to be easily taken, or waits for Nica to point.]

[She runs a finger between her ribs and below has heart.]

Here. All of it.

You'd better lie down for this.

[Door's not violent, but having dealt with certain assassins, she knows exactly where Nica's indicating.]

I'm going to pull up your shirt, too, okay? We don't need it in the way.

[Falling back on her bed with a soft cry, she'll let Door pull up her shirt. It was hard to focus as it was and she didn't think she had the strength to even do such a small act.]

...I don't want to die...not like this.

[Her voice was soft, but the fear was clear.]

You don't happen to keep your soul somewhere safe, do you? A small box? A little cryptex? A fake book with the centre cut out of it? Hole in the sole of your shoe? A hidden pocket in your bag? Wrapped in the pretty shawl you bartered for?

[Door doubts it, and only asks because thinking about something other than dying has got to be better than thinking about dying.

While she talks, she lifts Nica's shirt and puts one hand beside the injection point.

And stabs.]

[Nica's not sure what Door's rambling about, but it does give her mind something else to think about other than the pain.

At least until the needle goes in. It hurts like a bitch, but she needs it.

After a minute or so, some of the tenseness leaves her muscles.]

You're rambling...and I wish I could wrap my soul.

Not rambling, just distracting. In London below, plenty of people keep their souls separate, so if their body is killed, they can be brought back.

[When the tenseness leaves, Door smiles, and removes the needle.]

But usually those people are the kind who are useful, but not good. Those people need options to stay alive. I don't think you're the type to have people want you dead.

[Where Door's from, that's a compliment.]

Time to get you to the surgery, Miss Nica Pierce.

It's appreciated.

[Groaning in pain, she pushes herself up before reaching out to Door.]

Help me? I don't think I could do this without help.

I wasn't leaving you stranded!

[Door's mock-offense is ridiculous. Just as before, she braces herself against the bed to help Nica move.]

You're in control here. We can take this as fast or as slow as you need to.

Who ever's in charge tonight will be so pissed.

[Bracing herself on Door, it take her a few minutes to manage getting herself over to her chair, but she eventually gets there.]

No, Doc's never pissed at medical emergencies, unless it's the other Doc, then run. Whatever just happened to you? No one could be annoyed about going to surgery. That's where you should be.

[Door's wiry and strong, so length of time doesn't leave her even slightly winded.

Once Nica's settled, Door steps to the opening she made, and closes it. The scrape of the wall against the floor is fairly loud. Clapping her hands twice, like she's wiping dust off them, she reaches out and opens the wall again. This time, it's to the medical suite. ]

Today we'll be taking the express route to the surgery. Should you wish to take the more scenic tour, your conductor apologizes for the disappointment.

[As long as Nica's ready, she'll be pushed through to medical. Harry Potter's 9 3/4 has nothing on Door.]

Other Doc? You mean Jemma?

[She hasn't fully met everyone yet so that's the only other Doc she could think of.

She grinned weakly, Door was a wonderful friend and knew she was trying to keep her mind on other things.]

Next time then. I'll be having to make up some more adrenaline to make sure I'm good for that trip though.

She means me. Other Doc is Harry, because he gets himself into trouble far too often.

[It's Jemma, and while she is the only one to call Lyoshka "Harry," everything else about her right now says professionalism. Except for the obvious pajamas.

She'd heard the call for help, but once she heard Door's answer, Jemma went to the medical suite.]

Do you want Door to stay?

[It doesn't matter to Jemma one way or another, but it will be Door to help Nica onto the examination table.]

[Nica jumped slightly at the sound of Jemmas voice before wincing in pain.

She was surprised at the sudden Jemma, but at least her heart was working a little better.]

If she wants.

Jemma...I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to wake anyone.

No, no, no, don't apologize. Unless you had your attack on purpose, but then you've got a whole other set of issues.

[It's a lame joke, but a lame doctor trying to put her patient at ease joke, while she grabs the necessary equipment. Amongst all the technology, one stethoscope. Even though Nica's been there a short time, if her heart is failing, the issue of mods needs to come up.

Door does nod, and makes a crack about having nothing more pressing. After helping Nica onto the examination table, will stay mostly quiet. She does pull a chair up, if Nica needs a hand to hold. ]

I've been talking with Harry about potential mods for you. Some we think might mean no more of these incidents.

I'm honestly surprised it didn't happen sooner with everything that's happened.

[It may have been a joke on Jemmas end, but it was true either way. All the stress had just built up until her body had given out.

Lying back on the table once Door helps her, she does reach down to wrap her fingers with the other womans.]

What are they? I mean, would there be any side effects?

Then you must be stronger than you think you are.

[Jemma's sure Nica's right. With everything that has happened, Jemma's outright impressed nothing's gone wrong so far.

As for Door, she pats Nica's hand and grins like she knew Nica was somehow strong already and Jemma's only confirmed the suspicion.]

Ideally, it would involve both a technological and biological alteration. Have you ever heard of nanomites?

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So much easier with stable internet....

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