Chapter Thirty-Six: Run Before They’re Findin Me Out
John cleared his throat as his fingers moved across a keyboard that gave him readings on Amy’s health. He frowned at the screen.
Amy noticed. “What is it?” she asked.
“Well, I’m just reading your vital signs,” John said, “We haven’t done any real scans yet, but… Your stamina is down. Well, everything is down.” He didn’t lie to Amy. Lying wouldn’t make her any better, and it certainly wouldn’t improve her mood. John saw the levels of veritoxin in her blood and knew how dangerous it was getting. Actually, it was way past dangerous at this point. It was beyond deadly for a human at the levels Amy had. John might hold back on that part.
The reptilian woman noticed Melody’s alarm and Amy’s still-present confusion. “Is there anyway to reverse it?” To be honest, Vastra wasn’t just asking for the well-being of Amy. She was also doing it for the well-being of the Doctor. Because the well-being of the Doctor was the well-being of the universe. If the girl he was in love with died, the rage and the sadness, the renewed loneliness… Vastra didn’t know if time and space could handle it.
John pursed his lips slightly, then relaxed them. An angular eyebrow lifted up and he sighed. “I suppose so,” the man replied, rubbing a hand over his face, “We’ll have to detox her bloodstreams, and it’ll be difficult with such high percentages. If it goes any higher, it’s like her whole circulatory system will be veritoxin-“
“But now that they’re not poisoning her, she’ll be okay,” Melody pointed out, though her childishness didn’t leave her. She bit her lip, looking at her mother doubtfully. “Won’t she?”
“Can we stop talking about me like I’m not here?” Amy interjected grumpily, “I’m right here, thanks, and I would love to know what’s going on!”
Vastra sighed. “We think you were poisoned,” she said, “Both the Doctor and John Smith here found out that you have high levels of veritoxin, a truth gas. It’s much more advanced than your time, but apparently it’s filling your system right now.”
Amy arched an eyebrow. “And since when were truth gases so bad?” she asked, “Not that I want to say everything I think, but it’s not like it’s that dramatic, yeah?”
The reptilian looked at Amy for a long moment. “The problem is that… You should be dead by now.”
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