Rose does not enjoy the disinfection process. Something pours water on her head while she is in a lift. It's no wonder she shrieks and flails to try and turn it off.
Finally, though, she's dry, her hair isn't too much of a mess, and the lift doors are opening again. She steps out, avoiding the cables on the floor and glancing round at the rather dilapidated corridor.
There's a man a little way down the corridor, dressed in what seem to be regular hospital scrubs; Rose looks up at him when he speaks. "The human child is clean."
"Um ... I'm lookin' for Ward 26?"
"This way, Rose Tyler," and he scurries off back down the corridor.
Somehow Rose suspects this might not be the way to Ward 26, and though she does follow the odd little man, she grabs an abandoned metal rod from the floor. A makeshift weapon. Just in case.
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Date: 2006-07-09 10:48 pm (UTC)Finally, though, she's dry, her hair isn't too much of a mess, and the lift doors are opening again. She steps out, avoiding the cables on the floor and glancing round at the rather dilapidated corridor.
There's a man a little way down the corridor, dressed in what seem to be regular hospital scrubs; Rose looks up at him when he speaks. "The human child is clean."
"Um ... I'm lookin' for Ward 26?"
"This way, Rose Tyler," and he scurries off back down the corridor.
Somehow Rose suspects this might not be the way to Ward 26, and though she does follow the odd little man, she grabs an abandoned metal rod from the floor. A makeshift weapon. Just in case.