"Already went to bed," the Doctor replied, stepping over to the side of the medical bed. "My turn for the walkabout. How're you feeling?"
Unlike the Valeyard, who asked that question as a sole indicator of how much more the Master could take, the Doctor asking was because he truly, genuinely cared. It wasn't just because the Master was the universe's only hope right now, it was also because the Master was the Doctor's only friend. After all, the enemy of an enemy would always be a friend.
He reached out a hand to place it over where the Master's broken arm was wrapped, being nanogetically repaired overnight. He had a vague recollection of the Valeyard breaking it, as well as the ribs he jumped on.
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Date: 2011-12-20 08:44 pm (UTC)Unlike the Valeyard, who asked that question as a sole indicator of how much more the Master could take, the Doctor asking was because he truly, genuinely cared. It wasn't just because the Master was the universe's only hope right now, it was also because the Master was the Doctor's only friend. After all, the enemy of an enemy would always be a friend.
He reached out a hand to place it over where the Master's broken arm was wrapped, being nanogetically repaired overnight. He had a vague recollection of the Valeyard breaking it, as well as the ribs he jumped on.
"I couldn't stop him, I'm so sorry."