On Healing and Moving Forward ((closed rp, Jack, Rose, Ninth Doctor))
There was a soft pop as the Doctor apparated back into a hallway of Gryffindor. He was drained both physically and emotionally; the Master had seen to that. Given the late hour, he had hoped the House would have been quiet. He sensed him before he spoke, that odd sense of permanence.
"Doctor?"
"Hello Jack," his voice was soft, wearied.
Jack frowned and moved to stand in front of the Doctor. He was holding himself all wrong, it wasn't the confident, brilliant Time Lord he remembered. Then he saw the bruises and the way he was favoring one side. "Ah god, what happened?" He moved in, putting his arm around the Doctor's shoulders to help him stand.
"It's all right," he said, smothering a groan. "A catharsis can be rather painful when it's done right."
"Very funny," Jack muttered. "I'm getting you over to the medical wing."
Ten minutes later, a small brown owl left the medical wing with a scribbled note.
Rose,
Medical Wing, now. *He* needs you.
-Jack
"Doctor?"
"Hello Jack," his voice was soft, wearied.
Jack frowned and moved to stand in front of the Doctor. He was holding himself all wrong, it wasn't the confident, brilliant Time Lord he remembered. Then he saw the bruises and the way he was favoring one side. "Ah god, what happened?" He moved in, putting his arm around the Doctor's shoulders to help him stand.
"It's all right," he said, smothering a groan. "A catharsis can be rather painful when it's done right."
"Very funny," Jack muttered. "I'm getting you over to the medical wing."
Ten minutes later, a small brown owl left the medical wing with a scribbled note.
Rose,
Medical Wing, now. *He* needs you.
-Jack