best_served_hot | so very stolen from charloft but I fail cause I was late.

NOTE: So this would go with the whole idea of depriving the muse of one sense (or more) and after much deliberation on my part, because the muse was completely unhelpful; I decided to take his sight. That being said, this is open for anyone to tag in. ANYONE but please, don't take that as reason to abuse anything. And by abuse, I mean the open rp bit, if you want to abuse the Master hit me ooc or by pm and I'll more than likely let you within reason.

The Master, being a Time Lord and all, didn't exactly sleep very much. When he did it was less sleep-like and more trance-like. It was restful at the least but when he came out of it that morning, he didn't expect to be met with darkness.

Total. Completely unyielding darkness.

A test of the beside lamp brought no relief, nor did trying the lights to the room. Everything had been fine when he had gone to bed so whatever happened had been during that short time frame. That knowledge didn't make him happy about the situation.

Lucky for him he was very good at going about his daily routine and managed to get dressed without much incident. However, he barely made it out of his bedroom with his dignity in tact due to things not being precisely as he remembered them.

When he found out however this had happened, he would murder the one responsible. This was, by no means, humorous.

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"Just relax, it's going to be all right." Martha did her best to stay as calm and neutral about her patient as possible, but how could she? How could she really feel that way?

She didn't want to save him. She didn't want to care that he could be saved from a gunshot to the chest. She certainly didn't want the Doctor dropping him off on her hospital's doorstep without so much as an idea how he invaded that timeline to bring him back.

"I think it's from the time travel," she said. "You might be experiencing some mental distress."

And hearing her voice was meant to keep him calm? Oh yes, brilliant. He was stuck on, presumably, Earth, left by the Doctor and being cared for by Saint Martha.

Naturally, he was a vision of calm.

"Mental distress? I wonder why." The nature of his mood was a direct result of his handicap since it left him at a quite obvious disadvantage.

"Your brainwaves have been very irregular," she replied, her voice a picture of doctorly care.

She had a table of morphine not far away. It was everything in her to grip his bed and keep from stepping to it. Saxon was evil, yes. Saxon destroyed her family, yes. But right now, Saxon was her patient. And first, a doctor did no harm.

"I need to take a look in your eyes, ears, and mouth. Can you stay calm for me?"

"Define irregular." He himself was trying to keep as still and calm as possible. Being at a disadvantage in general was one thing but around those that had quite good reasons for ridding the universe of you? That was an entirely different playing field. He did his best not to betray any hint of nervousness.

The Master looked around, despite his blindness, eyes not focusing on anything but he nodded to her, resisting the urge to scoff at the idea that he would be anything but calm.

"Do what you need to."

Martha nodded, picking up a scope to first look in his eyes. There was a strange, fogged nature to his pupils, something she might've considered just unique to his physiology, except the Doctor didn't have the same result.

No dilation.

She waved a finger in front of his face, but obtained no result.

"You can't see," she said, simply. "No visual response at all."

The Master kept quite still and was downright cooperative during all of this. He felt the air moving near his face and surmised she was trying to garner a response.

He didn't even blink. There was nothing at all there for him.

"No, really? I thought some moron forgot to turn on the lights."

"It must be from the time distortion, it's what the Doctor said might happen. Lay back."

She was used to rude responses, especially with the number of times she had the Doctor as her patient, but she wasn't about to take them from Saxon. He wasn't her Master, after all.

"I'm going to put some drops in your eyes to keep them moist. I need you to blink when you feel the drop."

"Oh yes, Time's Physician, now where did he run off to again whilst you take care of me? Because I know you'd rather not be doing this, Martha Jones."

The Master was actually quite astonished that she kept her bearings as well as she had so far. He doubted many others of their little troupe that had survived and remembered that Year would be quite so willing to care for their enemy.

"Yes, doctor." He couldn't resist. Really.

"I'm a doctor," she said, firmly. "I care for the sick."

Even if sick also meant cruel, twisted, and disgusting, which was how she felt for Saxon. She shook the bottle of eyedrops and dropped two in each of his eyes.

"They might burn a bit, but they should help with the healing. I'll get you in for a scan soon. Does anywhere else feel different? Wrong?" She pressed her fingers to his sides, feeling for abnormalities in his skin.

"Being a doctor doesn't make you any less human. No one would fault you for suspending morality for a short while. Except for maybe our mutual friend."

He blinked as each drop hit his eyes and looked back into the direction of her voice. It stung a little but it was insignificant.

"What sort of scan?" And he did a quick mental once over of himself. "No, nothing out of sorts that I can tell besides the obvious."

"I'm not like you," Martha said, her voice disgusted by his implications. "I actually care about people."

Even him, which was frustrating to consider. She continued to prod at his torso, checking for lumps and abnormalities. His skin was cold beneath her latex gloves. Like the Doctor's, but holding the Doctor's hand gave her a thrill, while just the thought of touching Saxon made her cringe.

"We'll do an MRI, then an optical scan. See if something is blocking your nerves."

"Obviously." The Master said, mildly impressed. "You really are aspiring to fill those shoes of his. You should get a sweet for that."

The Master still tried not to move or shift away from her examination but he didn't exactly enjoy being touched by her.

"I'm certain your superiors will be absolutely thrilled at the idea of helping little old me."

so very stolen from charloft but I fail cause I was late.

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