Sleep claimed him within seconds after she whispered to him. In his dwindling mental fog, her English reply to his mumbled Gallifreyan -- or the fact that she could even understand it to reply, didn't strike him as strange at all. Currents of that awful biochemical substance that shot up his internal temperature still coursed through his veins, although by now only in fading ribbons as they traveled down his blood stream. He was metabolising it, albeit slowly...
The last thing he felt before blacking out was the wet, cool washcloth laid across his forehead.
In his sleep, sweat kept crawling out of his pores, although over the space of fifteen or twenty minutes, the streams of it began to dwindle. His mind beaconed in dreams, replaying the faces of the scientists -- if they could even call themselves that! -- of Sekorus Three who seized him and experimented on him. They were like giant, human-sized jellyfish with translucent blue-white skin and two green marbles for eyes: incredibly beautiful, but incredibly thick.
It wasn't so much the fact that they wanted to study him that bothered him, nor did their ignorance really bother him either. After all, they'd never really seen humanoid forms, much less a Time Lord. It was their sloppiness, coupled with an unwillingness to learn that annoyed him. And did they really need to poke, prod, and inject him with substances to satiate their curiosity? He would have gladly answered all the questions they had.
He groaned. In his sleep, he could still feel the wound across the right half of his chest emitting a dull throb.
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The Doctor
Date: 2015-10-07 12:07 am (UTC)The last thing he felt before blacking out was the wet, cool washcloth laid across his forehead.
In his sleep, sweat kept crawling out of his pores, although over the space of fifteen or twenty minutes, the streams of it began to dwindle. His mind beaconed in dreams, replaying the faces of the scientists -- if they could even call themselves that! -- of Sekorus Three who seized him and experimented on him. They were like giant, human-sized jellyfish with translucent blue-white skin and two green marbles for eyes: incredibly beautiful, but incredibly thick.
It wasn't so much the fact that they wanted to study him that bothered him, nor did their ignorance really bother him either. After all, they'd never really seen humanoid forms, much less a Time Lord. It was their sloppiness, coupled with an unwillingness to learn that annoyed him. And did they really need to poke, prod, and inject him with substances to satiate their curiosity? He would have gladly answered all the questions they had.
He groaned. In his sleep, he could still feel the wound across the right half of his chest emitting a dull throb.