He lies curled around himself on the floor, naked, consciousness centered on the pain between his legs. The posture screams self-protection, but it's very much too late for that.
The sheet, crumpled up and thrown to the end of the bed by the Master's lunge and the Doctor's fall and grab at the coverlet, slithers off under its own weight and drapes over his hips and side. He curls up tighter, waiting mindlessly for the pain to go away.
He hates being human. In a moment, he will also hate you, Doctor, but that will be a moment.
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He lies curled around himself on the floor, naked, consciousness centered on the pain between his legs. The posture screams self-protection, but it's very much too late for that.
The sheet, crumpled up and thrown to the end of the bed by the Master's lunge and the Doctor's fall and grab at the coverlet, slithers off under its own weight and drapes over his hips and side. He curls up tighter, waiting mindlessly for the pain to go away.
He hates being human. In a moment, he will also hate you, Doctor, but that will be a moment.