"You know you're the Doctor and all but you really shouldn't tell a bloke to tilt his head back after a nose bleed," John remarked, he only did it because he didn't want to bleed all over his coat. He gave it a moment before leaning forward, his blood dripping into his head. He didn't really look at it, he couldn't really at the angle he was at ... but his blood had a strange darkish twinge to it. Like someone had spilt into his blood.

With a shrug, John kept his hand in front of his nose and nodded, gesturing for the Doctor to lead his way. "I'd do better with some kind of tissue. I mean I don't think it's been hit so what good is an ice pack?"

As John walked, his head suddenly went strange and he had to reach out to grab the rail as everything suddenly became blurry. "Doctor? The fuck is happening?" Then, hunched, John gripped his head as it suddenly began to feel like his head was somehow imploding. Oh shit, this better not be what he thought it was. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"