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It was one of the longest operations Malcolm has had to conduct since his arrival in Milliways. But Bill Pardy is resting and healing in a clean bed in the infirmary now.

Malcolm is dead on his feet (he has to smirk a little as he thinks that), but he decides to stay until Bill comes out of the anesthesia.

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"...come on, Nathan! We have to hurry! Bill is hurt! Move faster!" can be heard coming from just outside the infirmary door even leading inside as the little girl, Mary, has the older man by the hand trying to quite literally run inside. Hopefully cooler heads will prevail at keeping the child from spazing out more.

You'd think being the father of two young sons would mean Nathan was used to being dragged along by the hand of somebody half his size and twice as fast. But he wasn't completely, having to jog to keep up. Amazing how quick little legs can be.

"All right, I know, Mary." He entered the infirmary after her, and had to stop himself from cursing out loud in her presence.

He's cleaned up quite a bit compared to how he was when he stumbled down the stairs but the bandages across his bare chest and gut and the one wrapped around his arm speak a lot about the kind of night he's had.

Stirring Bill cracks an eye at the voices and blinks up at his visitors. "Nathan, Mary? Hey."

Dark grimace on Nathan's face at the sight. But there wasn't much that could be done. They all knew they were being targeted, and there was no way yet to prevent going back to the Kingdom in their dreams.

Also some survivor guilt since he knew the only reason he wasn't lying on a bed here was because he already was elsewhere before all of this. And could do nothing to keep Doc and Bill getting the brunt of it.

Bill works his throat and manages to bring the volume of his voice up. "Nathan...my hair still look good?"

A small smile to note that, despite appearances, he's okay.

Nathan wanted to joke about it, but he just nodded, "Yeah, you're luckier than Doc there."

He gives a small nod, "Good."

And then there's silence. He doesn't know what to tell Nathan. 'I'm sorry' is there though he's not sure why he feels the need to appologize. He just does.

"Nathan I didn't..." He starts and trails off, not knowing where to go with it.

"Yeah I know, no way to stop the bastard..." He sighed as he placed his hands on his hips.

Quietly Mary climbs onto the bed, scooting up to rest between the bed and Bill's good side much like she had with Doc. Same instance she lays her head upon his shoulder and lets out a held little breath. "" she keeps saying over and over again against his arm.

"Yeah." He nods at Nathan and frowns.

Doing what he can to make more room for Mary he leans in and hears what she's saying. "Oh Mary, darlin' don't..."

He moves his arm out from under her and wraps it around her instead, pulling her close. Nevermind anything that might be hurting.

Resting his head over hers he shakes his head and strokes her back, "Not your fault, none of this is your fault."

Nathan placed a hand on Mary's shoulder as well, "He's right. It's that Doctor's fault. He's the one coming after us. Nothing you could have done, you're just a kid."

Wasn't right for so much to be on her shoulders.

"" sobbing quietly against Bill's shoulder she refuses to look up. To many people were getting hurt- these three never should have been in a position to get a solid for Antubis..

...but that was how things went. Not how things could go. They were to involved now.

"He's the one doin all this, hurtin people, not you. This ain't your fault. He hurt you Mary, an we're gonna keep goin til we stop him." Bill tells and promises her. "It's gonna stop."

Nathan could argue that the way that anteater was, he almost got them in a way to owe him. Using them all for his own purposes maybe.

"We're going to help you, Mary. He's not getting you again. Just stay here for now. It'll be ok."

Mary finally peeled her face away from Bill's shoulder, watching both Nathan and Bill quietly before finally speaking again. "He didn't hurt me..the other Doctor did. He died there- in the hospital with Paul."

"The other Doctor?" Bill asks and looks up to Nathan then back at Mary. "Is that one runnin around there too?"

Nathan was eyeing her as well, "Don't tell me he's got a twin or double?"

Very quietly Mary shook her head 'no' going back to resting against Bill's shoulder and playing with a frayed corner of one of the bandages on his chest. "No..there's two. He's the son."

Them frowning a little, she shifted in a way that showed the topic was not a very comfortable one. "It was 1869. He is from the 1930's like Paul."

Now there's different times involved? Bill doesn't understand at all and doesn't say anything so Mary can go on. He just strokes her back and listens.

Nathan facepalmed at that information. It just had to involve time travel now too. Hell...

"So the elder Gottreich's gone?"

Not time travel, no, something worse. Gulping a little Mary seemed to try to become smaller hiding between Nathan and the edge of the bed. "No.."

"There was a fire at the Mill..then they built the hospital and it burned down..they they built the new hospital and it's going to fall down."

"Sounds like that's one damn fine property." Bill mutters. "So what's goin on then, Mary?"

Again with fire. Why the hell is it always fire?

"This new one's going to burn too, along with falling? Isn't it? Just going to keep happening. How do we stop it?"

"There will be fire..yes...like always. Fire destroyes and makes things grow." Riddles like Antubis. "The voices don't like it..the make the ground shake."

But at the question on how to stop it she doesn't know, simply frowns. "I didn't mean to see who started the fire.."

Riddles make Bill's head hurt. Or maybe it's everything else hurting and his head has decided to join in.

When she says she saw who started the fire he pulls her back away from his shoulder a little so he can look at her, "You did? Who?"