Martha Jones: I am Good. by kissysaltcoatedangel, literature
Literature
Martha Jones: I am Good.
I arrived at the iciest of his days,
My stethoscope swiftly moving across his stripped pajamas,
searching for a heartbeat.
It had been quite a "normal" day in the hospital
until he winked at me when I found two!
And just earlier he had come up to me
and taken off his tie speaking gibberish!
Obviously, this made sense by the end
of a turbid day.
Rain from the bottom, up!
Space rhinoceros.
Radiation?
Let's just say, for first introductions, this one was quite extraordinary.
*guitar solo starts in the background ~ crescendo*
Tell me something, how dare you give yourself the title?
For as far as I know, it takes hours meddling with I