The gasping is getting worse and Morgana's desperate to figure out something, anything that will get the Doctor's attention. "Doctor," she shakes him again, a little harder, but is wary of the shoulder injury. "Please, listen. The water, it is not real. You are fine."
He is not listening, and the gasps sound like they are getting weaker now, instead of more desperate. "Doctor, you cannot let them convince you." She moves her one hand from his side and now holds his holds his face. Even dying it is so much cooler than hers, and while she usually likes that, at the moment, it's feeling too deathly.
Impulsively, she leans forward and kisses his forehead, the skin feeling too cold, at the moment, for her liking. "Doctor, please."
Warmth -- it's the one thing the water could never, ever produce, so, in sheer desperation, to convince him she's there, Morgana lays down beside him, curled, as best she can, and careful of the shoulder wound, into him.
His clothing is clean and dry, save for the blood, and she lays her head on his chest, and takes one of his hands, squeezing it.
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Date: 2010-06-23 08:02 am (UTC)He is not listening, and the gasps sound like they are getting weaker now, instead of more desperate. "Doctor, you cannot let them convince you." She moves her one hand from his side and now holds his holds his face. Even dying it is so much cooler than hers, and while she usually likes that, at the moment, it's feeling too deathly.
Impulsively, she leans forward and kisses his forehead, the skin feeling too cold, at the moment, for her liking. "Doctor, please."
Warmth -- it's the one thing the water could never, ever produce, so, in sheer desperation, to convince him she's there, Morgana lays down beside him, curled, as best she can, and careful of the shoulder wound, into him.
His clothing is clean and dry, save for the blood, and she lays her head on his chest, and takes one of his hands, squeezing it.