"I don't know," the Doctor said. He felt odd, like the breath hadn't made him better, hadn't fixed his ability to breathe. It was like dying.
He kicked away from Jack. "Something's happening."
He looked down at his hand, where the cells began to radiate white-hot energy. Regeneration energy. He was regenerating. How---how could he be regenerating? He wasn't---it wasn't---he hadn't died. He hadn't earned regeneration.
He felt the cells in his hand begin to relax as he thought that. His body began to normalize. He concentrated, and he could feel them start to activate again.
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Date: 2010-03-22 05:35 pm (UTC)He kicked away from Jack. "Something's happening."
He looked down at his hand, where the cells began to radiate white-hot energy. Regeneration energy. He was regenerating. How---how could he be regenerating? He wasn't---it wasn't---he hadn't died. He hadn't earned regeneration.
He felt the cells in his hand begin to relax as he thought that. His body began to normalize. He concentrated, and he could feel them start to activate again.