ext_61593 ([identity profile] rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] rude_not_ginger 2009-11-16 06:15 am (UTC)

No, Jack---

The Doctor wanted to drop down and help Jack, but if he moved, the next arrow, the one positioned on the robot's other arm, would go straight for him. He stayed perfectly still, struggling to not even breathe.

Any moment now. Any moment now, Jack. It will leave and the Doctor would help him. He couldn't even offer up a word of comfort to his friend. Nothing, just frozen out of fear of the monster with his voice caught in his throat.

The robot leveled another arrow for Jack's head, but changed its mind and turned, fleeing in a burst of light.

The Doctor dropped down to Jack's side instantly. He put a hand to the other man's throat. Pulse. Faint, but there. He wouldn't last much longer with the arrow in his chest, that must've been why the creature fled.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't. Instead, he took a breath, took a hold of the arrow, and pulled it sharply from Jack's chest.

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