Coming back to life always involves a remnant of the pain of the death. It can be the echo of a gunshot or the subtle burn of a stab wound. It could be the fizzle of an electric current or the crack of a broken bone.
But sometimes, sometimes on very rare occasions it could be so much worse.
Sometimes the body would bring itself back to life before the system was ready to take it. Sometimes the death would be so severe that it couldn't simply be fixed and let him wake with a deep breath.
Sometimes, like this time, he would wake in agony, screaming agony as he could feel his insides twisting and fixing as they mended and made him whole again.
It took some time, on the floor of the cave, for his mind to take hold of itself enough to be aware of anything past the searing pain. His legs felt like they were on fire as the universe created them out of nothingness, as muscle and sinew grew and covered themselves with burned skin that flaked away to reveal pink and new underneath. It was like being burned alive in reverse. He didn't scream as much as he might have, and he wasn't together enough to realise that that was the Doctor's doing. A calm that sat just beyond the horror of it all.
But he did come around, and before too long his arms were thrashing out. He was terrified that he was alone, terrified of the pain and what might happen next.
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But sometimes, sometimes on very rare occasions it could be so much worse.
Sometimes the body would bring itself back to life before the system was ready to take it. Sometimes the death would be so severe that it couldn't simply be fixed and let him wake with a deep breath.
Sometimes, like this time, he would wake in agony, screaming agony as he could feel his insides twisting and fixing as they mended and made him whole again.
It took some time, on the floor of the cave, for his mind to take hold of itself enough to be aware of anything past the searing pain. His legs felt like they were on fire as the universe created them out of nothingness, as muscle and sinew grew and covered themselves with burned skin that flaked away to reveal pink and new underneath. It was like being burned alive in reverse. He didn't scream as much as he might have, and he wasn't together enough to realise that that was the Doctor's doing. A calm that sat just beyond the horror of it all.
But he did come around, and before too long his arms were thrashing out. He was terrified that he was alone, terrified of the pain and what might happen next.