Gold Foil Straps

Strips of gleaming gold foil encase the Doctor’s body, tightly wound in layers around his limbs and torso while he remains strapped to the gurney. The foil’s smooth surface reflects the overhead lights in sporadic flashes, giving the illusion of liquid metal clinging to his form. Leela’s hands hover near the bindings, hesitant—both to touch and to leave them in place—while the Bi-Al staff’s refusal to fully care for an alien patient tenses the air.