Jack's eyebrow lifted at the threat. He was sure that the Master had every intent on doing exactly as he said, but honestly, Jack really couldn't be arsed to care much at the moment. He watched the Master extend his hand, and, okay, yeah, it did look pretty painful, but he deserved it, he told himself.
There was a morbid curiosity on Jack's face as he watched the Doctor work. He didn't often get to see other people with horrific wounds like that, so this was something of a treat... in a way. "You'll need something to stop the bleeding as soon as it's out, Doctor."
"Yeah, yeah, I know that." The Doctor considered for just a moment, then he shrugged out of his jacket. He should take the Master to the infirmary, but he had a feeling that wouldn't go over well. What he intended to do was to end this stand-off as fast as possible, so once he got the knife out he could treat the Master probably and then work on repairing the TARDIS.
"Why, of course I'll give that knife back to you. Please." The Doctor grabbed the Master's wrist and then the hilt, this time intent not to waste time. "Let's get back to you threatening me right away."
With that bit of sarcasm he pulled the knife out and then, right away, he wrapped his jacket around the Master's hand, tying it off tightly. The knife however... Well, he made sure to put that out of the way immediately. "You should sit down before you faint."
The Master didn't need to sit down. As much as he tried to appear as together as he possibly could, it took seconds for his legs to give out and hit the grating rather hard. This was insanely unfair, he was doing so well. If Jack hadn't of kicked his feet out from under him, he'd of been fine. Oh, first chance he had, he was going to strangle that freak. He'd beaten him once before, he could do it again. Chain him up in that needless little hat room the Doctor had and leave him to starve for eternity, see how cocky he was then.
"I don't need first aid advise from the freak," the Master sneered, like Jack understood what it truly meant to be impaled, he probably didn't feel it much any more. Or that was how the Master viewed it. With all his will and efforts, he forced himself back onto his feet because there was no way he was going to remain kneeling in front of the Doctor.
"This still counts as a win," the Master insisted childishly, even if he didn't much look like a winner. "This TARDIS is going to crash, you know? Though less immediate and more a matter of time."
Jack visibly winced when the Master's weight hit the grating, and again, couldn't help but to take some satisfaction in it. What else could he do locked up like he was? "Oh, just let him pass out. It'll give us time to fix things up before we crash." Though he did wonder exactly how long they had. The flashing lights on the console weren't exactly a beacon of hope in this situation, and he really was hoping to get free in time to do something about it.
He watched the Master struggle back to his feet and rolled his eyes. This was getting tiresome, and there really was an emergency on. "Doctor, do something!" He rattled his cuffs against the railing, reminding him of his uselessness. "Could really use some freedom here!"
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There was a morbid curiosity on Jack's face as he watched the Doctor work. He didn't often get to see other people with horrific wounds like that, so this was something of a treat... in a way. "You'll need something to stop the bleeding as soon as it's out, Doctor."
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"Why, of course I'll give that knife back to you. Please." The Doctor grabbed the Master's wrist and then the hilt, this time intent not to waste time. "Let's get back to you threatening me right away."
With that bit of sarcasm he pulled the knife out and then, right away, he wrapped his jacket around the Master's hand, tying it off tightly. The knife however... Well, he made sure to put that out of the way immediately. "You should sit down before you faint."
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"I don't need first aid advise from the freak," the Master sneered, like Jack understood what it truly meant to be impaled, he probably didn't feel it much any more. Or that was how the Master viewed it. With all his will and efforts, he forced himself back onto his feet because there was no way he was going to remain kneeling in front of the Doctor.
"This still counts as a win," the Master insisted childishly, even if he didn't much look like a winner. "This TARDIS is going to crash, you know? Though less immediate and more a matter of time."
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He watched the Master struggle back to his feet and rolled his eyes. This was getting tiresome, and there really was an emergency on. "Doctor, do something!" He rattled his cuffs against the railing, reminding him of his uselessness. "Could really use some freedom here!"