He knew something was wrong even before Blue barked. The Doctor raced to her, his hearts pounding in his throat as he saw exactly what he feared. But she was breathing, and she was regaining consciousness, and he really needed to get these damned beams off of her. Gritting his teeth, he grasped at the fist and used all of his strength in an attempt to lift it.

"Can you help me, please?" he asked Blue, a bit sharper than he meant to be out of worry.