Enjoy your therapy.

[huffpuffblonde]

[ THE MINDFUCK MEME ]
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Warning: Explicit Themes Contained

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[huffpuffblonde]

She freezes, too, looking not... frightened, just desperate. Pleading. And she saw the change in his eyes, the subtle shifting of his facial features as he came back to himself. And he let go, stepping away.

She lingered for a second, keeping eye contact with him, and then rushed to the Metacrisis, because he'd just been thrown across the room. Because of all of the terrible things she's said.

And... because she was afraid, a little, that the Time Lord might've meant some of the things he said, and it hurt.

She skidded to a stop, hitting her knees hard on the grating as she knelt in front of the fallen half-human, and just... froze there, arm extended to touch him but stopped just short. Because... oh god, the things she'd said.

It welled in her suddenly, crashing through her, the pain in her arm and pathetic little shop girl that meant nothing, it was probably her fault her father died and Jimmy and she'd called them nothing, and the war, getting them exterminated, I give up on both of you-

A sob choked her, and she burried her face in her hands, curling in on herself on the grating. "I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry-"

[but_you_made_me]

The world started to curl in around the edges, darkening and crackling like it was a film and someone was holding a flame under it. His lungs tried desperately to fill, but they couldn't and he was burning. His fingers fell away from the Time Lord's arms, blue tinged and limp as he just dangled in his grip....

...and then he was flying. Just tossed aside like a rag doll that someone was done playing with.

He hit the jumpseat and folded under it, his body limp and a trickle of too red moisture leaked from the corner of his slack lips.

He didn't respond to Rose's presence. Hell, he was still trying to talk his lungs into actually taking a breath.

[onlytheblue]

For a few moments he just stands in place, staring. All this chaos. Rose, crumpled up and sobbing under the weight of all the horrifying things he said, and his other self, just...tossed across the room and could have been...

For a moment he reaches out to offer comfort to Rose, and then he...really, properly gets look at his metacrisis. Oxygen deprived, bent up oddly. Internal damage? From that crash, probably.

Much as he cared for Rose's feelings, and he cared very much, right now the most important thing was getting his other self medical attention. He skids across the grating, dropping to his knees, and gingerly eases him out from under the seat, immediately drawing the sonic out to scan. "Deep breaths. You can do it, just take it slow, come on."

[huffpuffblonde]

Oh god. She watched from behind her curling fingers as he gently prized his twin from beneath the seat, as he set to scanning him, and she rocked back and forth, squeezing her eyes shut. She should've done something. She should've done something. She should never have- oh god, she actually suggested that he... how could she just not care, how could she just NOT CARE as he was-

Oh god, she shouldn't have been able to say those things she said. It shouldn't have been physically possible for her to stand there like she'd done. She felt ill. He was hurt. He was hurt so bad, and the last things she'd said to him... Her breathing sped up rapidly as she bordered a panic attack, eyes boring a hole through the Doctor's back as he bent over the Metacrisis.

"I'm sorry- I'm sorry- I'm sorry, I- I- I... I-"

[but_you_made_me]

He tried to cry out as he was pulled out from under the seat, giving a weak flinch away from the man that was trying to help him. He had no way of knowing the radiation was gone, after all. His last clear headed memories were of Rose walking off while he was being 'punished' for speaking to her.

He tried to roll away and something in the way he moved hit on a busted rib and his lungs surged to life, taking in a thick, wet sounding breath....though it only triggered a coughing fit they usually only saw on planets with really cold, dry air...

But he was breathing.

[onlytheblue]

"There--there you go. Just breathe." He held his other self steady just so he wouldn't jostle himself and hurt himself more. "It's me now, and I'm sorry. I am so sorry, but you have to let me help you." He glances over his shoulder at Rose after a moment. "Rose, I need you here with me. We have to get him to the medbay and I can't do that on my own. help me."

[huffpuffblonde]

She didn't respond during the first part of his address to her, just kept her steady, sobbing, rocking motion. At least, until he said help me, which got her to look up from the grating and shove herself off of the floor.

Her arms were rapped around herself until she reached to help him, and her fingers and hands were trembling as she did. She bit down on her lips, breathing rapidly in and out of her nose.

[but_you_made_me]

He didn't relax into the hands so much as he just didn't have the energy to fight them off. He was coughing with every breath he managed to take, his body retching with the force of his hacking. His ribs were very much broken, at least three of them, and each cough made colors shoot up behind his tightly squeezed eyelids.

He needed to sit up, or he'd never stop coughing....

Struggling upright, he curled his arms around himself and tried to calm his ruined lungs back down.

[onlytheblue]

He's still not really listening. Of course he isn't, he's probably...delirious from the lack air, not to mention being rattled around and the psychological trauma.

"Andere." Would that cold...monster he'd become use that almost-pet name? Affectionately? Come on, other self. He needs at least some of your trust. "You've got broken ribs and internal bruising, and I want to get a look at those lungs. Lean on Rose and I. Please."

[huffpuffblonde]

Strangely enough, the use of the pet name even calms her down, some. He'd started calling his clone that just shortly after they'd... they'd started being the three of them. She never used it. It wasn't for her to use. It was just between the two of them. Hearing her Gallifreyan Doctor call her Human Doctor that... it was beautiful, despite the situation, and she gathered herself together a bit.

"Hey. Listen. Come on, yeah? We're gonna help. It's gonna be okay. I promise," She leaned in, smoothing back his hair, whispering quietly to calm him, "I love you."

[but_you_made_me]

It was the name that did it. The soft, almost affectionate name that his other self had picked up to call him after they'd first gotten tongue tied in the swimming pool. It made his head jerk up, and while the coughing didn't let up enough for him to be able to speak, he did offer a nod as he uncurled his arms and reached for them.

He hurt, and if they were really back to normal, they would make it better again. If they weren't....well, with any luck, he'd black out from oxygen deprivation before too long.

[onlytheblue]

He breathes a soft sigh of relief when the both of them relax somewhat. Right now someone needs to step up and keep people on target...and apparently that's him this time. He got them into this radiation mess, he'll help clean it up.

Once they get his other self into the medbay and safe, anyway.

"Just a bit further now."

[huffpuffblonde]

She helped support him, an arm around his waist, pointedly keeping her eyes from either of them, but especially her Gallifreyan Doctor.

They managed to get him to the medbay relatively quickly, with some help from the TARDIS, and gently maneuvered him into one of the large, comfortable beds. She rounded the bed, falling gently into the seat beside it.

She took one of his hands, pressed it to her lips, and squeezed her eyes shut through the stream of hot tears.

Clearly, that was about as useful as she was going to be.

[but_you_made_me]

By the time they had reached the medical bay, the worst of his coughing had stopped and some of the blue tint to his lips had faded, but he was still grateful to lay back against the propped up bed. He wanted to curl in on himself, sleep maybe. Or just not think for a while, but his ribs hurt and he could hear Rose's soft crying next to him.

He was nothing but a dog to her.

A dog she was disgusted by.

A dog who nevertheless wanted nothing more then to make her stop crying. He reached out blindly, unwilling to open his eyes and look at her, but reaching for her hand despite that. His other hand reached up to touch the ring of bruises that were already starting to darken around his throat...

[onlytheblue]

He's...not sure what to do to sort out the mess he's made of his TARDIS passengers. Comforting and piecing people back together? That's not his thing. He's never been great at it, normally he just provides the opportunity to bury it and ignore it like he would do.

Fortunately, he doesn't have to. Right now all he has to do is rustle up the medical supplies to treat his Metacrisis.

[huffpuffblonde]

She grips his hand in both of hers, and the exhausted, pathetic, blind way that he reaches for her makes her heart seize. She presses her lips to his palm, his fingers, the back of his hand, and she can feel herself starting to choke again. What's she done? What has she done? He was broken. He was hurt.

Her fingers fidget, thumbs brushing over his skin and she presses her forehead against the back of his hand. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."