Ryuzaki coughed heavily. Something was wrong. His body was destroying itself. "I don't think humans were meant to be this powerful," he muttered, clutching his chest. "Crikey Moses!" It took everything he had to not double over. "Right. Foward." He willed himself to the TARDIS console, "Zero. Universe---" he collapsed as he blacked out from pain.
The TARDIS whirred in distress. Sure, she had Ryuzaki thrust upon her like nobody's business. And sure, she disliked the human. A lot. At first. But she was warming up to him, and now she was damned if she'd let this bastard stray die on her. She set herself to materialize right outside of the pool. At least Ryuzaki had been clever enough to realize the pool would save him his body from tearing itself to pieces. So there's that.
The TARDIS wondered how to move the unconcious Rick into the Forge's waters. "Cabin pressure increasing," the TARDIS said in a scraping noise that only shipowners would understand. "Increasing," a bell rang. "Increasing," a series of beeps confirmed. The doors flew open, and the pressure difference sucked Rick out and away, right into the pool.
He awoke feeling slightly hungover and extremely vulnerable. "Jesus the Christ."
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