With a second attempt, Jack managed to grab hold of the arrow. He lifted it, his hand clasped tightly around it, and he pressed it to the Doctor's hand over his chest.
"Finish it," he asked hoarsely, coughing and tasting iron in the back of his throat, "please. Quicker."
He was going to die. If that was something he guessed at before he was certain of it now. He'd grown to the point he could almost be blase about dying. It was so much more pleasant to have it over and done with. He thought it was a recklessness with life that might get him in trouble one day. It had certainly got himself in trouble.
He didn't want to ask the Doctor to kill him. It'd never be a nice thing for someone you cared about, and who cared about you to have to do. But, if it meant the pain would go, and it meant that he might be better quicker, then it seemed the most logical option.
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Date: 2009-11-16 06:53 am (UTC)"Finish it," he asked hoarsely, coughing and tasting iron in the back of his throat, "please. Quicker."
He was going to die. If that was something he guessed at before he was certain of it now. He'd grown to the point he could almost be blase about dying. It was so much more pleasant to have it over and done with. He thought it was a recklessness with life that might get him in trouble one day. It had certainly got himself in trouble.
He didn't want to ask the Doctor to kill him. It'd never be a nice thing for someone you cared about, and who cared about you to have to do. But, if it meant the pain would go, and it meant that he might be better quicker, then it seemed the most logical option.