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  <title>The Doctor and Hob</title>
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  <description>&lt;small&gt;[Continued from the &lt;a href=&quot;https://bakerstreet.dreamwidth.org/8518672.html?thread=3665950224#cmt3665950224&quot;&gt;Nursed Back to Health&lt;/a&gt; Rp, a year and a half ago. Ha, sorry for the late return!]&lt;/small&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Recap: &lt;br /&gt;England, 1988.&lt;br /&gt;Hob Gadling had been trying to sell a piano he had stored up, through an antiques distribution place with an acquaintance. When the building came down on it all he learned there might have been someone else in there. The rescue and fire team had already left, and wondering if his property was still good in there he snuck in, only to discover the Inspector, crushed and wounded inside. Helping the man out he was told &apos;no hospitals&apos;. Hob ended up taking him to his small apartment, not too far away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he tends to the man, and a week later, more like 8 days later, the man woke up again. Hob is now helping a man who claims to be an alien, recover. He finds it interesting. And it&apos;s something to do, to help the nervous energy of the months to come, when he discovers if his friend appears or not at the Pub. This entire year he has been distracted, needing some form of focus. Perhaps The Doctor would be that focus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had come into the room when the Doctor had fallen from the bed, though Hob had forgotten he had a guest at first, thus he came in with a sword. Propping it to the side he helped the being. The Doctor accidently shared a telepathic image, and while Hob tried to shake it off, so not to upset the man, the Doctor seemed to understand what just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=justnotgoingtodie&amp;ditemid=4137&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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