The only fortunate thing is that the Doctor happens to be on the lean side, and Peter has little trouble keeping him upright. He wraps an arm around the other man's waist, muttering under his breath that this sort of thing must only happen in movies and that it must be some sort of fast-acting Chloroform mix.
Either way, he's now carrying an unconscious man around the lab and looking for a flat surface to dump the Doctor on. He finds a table with only a handful of papers on top, so Peter's going to leave him there and then lightly slap his cheek.
"Ey man...you're not dead, are you? That would be just my luck."
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Either way, he's now carrying an unconscious man around the lab and looking for a flat surface to dump the Doctor on. He finds a table with only a handful of papers on top, so Peter's going to leave him there and then lightly slap his cheek.
"Ey man...you're not dead, are you? That would be just my luck."