There was no time for self-hatred, only panic. Panic and speed and desperation. Cutting off his nose to keep his face from pain, he was right there. No, no, not cutting it off. Blocking it while it healed. A tourniquet. He had to think of it like that.
It had hurt for months, so many months, and he tried to stuff those memories behind the wall, just the little pains he pushed aside. Too much effort for an already strained mind, and he had to let the memories float back into his conscious while he built.
Heal, heal, he had to heal...Another wave of pain struck him, and this time he did cry out, a sharp, high-pitched and terribly scared noise. He was losing the TARDIS and possibly himself and more than likely the woman who was too damn stubborn to listen to him when he said it wasn't safe.
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Date: 2007-05-22 05:08 am (UTC)It had hurt for months, so many months, and he tried to stuff those memories behind the wall, just the little pains he pushed aside. Too much effort for an already strained mind, and he had to let the memories float back into his conscious while he built.
Heal, heal, he had to heal...Another wave of pain struck him, and this time he did cry out, a sharp, high-pitched and terribly scared noise. He was losing the TARDIS and possibly himself and more than likely the woman who was too damn stubborn to listen to him when he said it wasn't safe.