Re: BATTLE - Peter & John
Things were looking bad. But of course they were, it was Lucifer. What else was there to expect? But still, John hadn't expected this many injuries from their own side. This many deaths. They'd pulled through everything else, and if he was less of a soldier he'd probably have curled up somewhere to hide from it all. But he was. He was exactly that, a trauma surgeon. And so he kept going. People needed him, he wouldn't let them down. Peter needed him, but he needed more than John was able to offer on the field. He knew that just by the few movements he made to attempt to patch up his injuries.
"It's me. It's John. Focus on me." He said again, knowing it was difficult to do so after one had been injured he kept trying to keep Peter's focus elsewhere than on the injury itself. Nobody wanted to see their own blood, much less have nothing else to occupy their mind with. So, he kept talking. Little words of comfort and nonsense, just a direction as he fixed everything up that he was able right then and there. Med kit beside him on the ground, bloodied hands diving in and out of it for various tools. He still had skill. Despite how many times he'd been knocked down, or told otherwise he still was a doctor. He would still save as many as he could.
He was preparing to make the decision whether or not to pick him up and run back toward the Roadhouse when he saw Rose. Only it didn't look like Rose. It was the glowing eyes of Bad Wolf. He didn't understand it, but he knew it wasn't the Rose Tyler he knew. She was something different entirely.