Two more of those on top of the ones you took half an hour ago may drop you into a coma and then kill you, he thought, and a second voice answered at once: Fine with me.
As she fell this time her head twisted at an angle and he saw her eyes looking at him with an _expression_ that was questioning and somehow terrible: What happened, Paul? Paul sat quietly, beginning to HAVE AN IDEA His conscious mind returned - THE DOCTOR IS IN - and picked the idea up like a letter pushed through the mail-slot in a door.