「give us life again; 'cause we just wanna be whole.」

[tardytardis]

The thing with Time Lords and sleep cycles was that they really didn't need that much sleep, and once they did, it was hard to readjust. The Doctor squirmed atop the love-seat, the full effect of the gas being painful as it coursed through his system. Just a little bit was uncomfortable, it was really just Silurian venom condensed into vapor mixed

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[notanemptymotto]

"Hey, Magnus

[tardytardis]

"I'm just running a bit of a fever, yes, it might feel worse to you, but really, we Time Lords are much more prone to overheating," which was a lie. A bold-faced lie that he said to try to make her feel better. He could do this, he could. He swallowed thickly, and his voice was hoarse as he spoke again.

"Water? Just a little bit, I'm afraid singing obnoxiously loud didn't bring you down, so I stopped, but my throat was parched by then." The Doctor managed to grin at her in a childish fashion, even if it twisted into something painful as he felt a jolt down his spine again.

"--sorry... about the music. Beatles. Always makes me feel better."

[notanemptymotto]

The lie didn't necessarily work. Still, she nodded. She couldn't ignore how bad he looked, or how much it hurt to see him in pain and knowing she couldn't do a thing. His smile didn't do much to reassure her, not even managing to make her smile.

Gracefully, she stood and made her way into the room that connected to her office. There was a small refrigerator to keep food fresh since most the time she hardly ended up eating on schedule due to her work. Helen pulled out one of the bottles of water before squeezing it and shutting her eyes. She took in a deep breath and closed off how she felt; ignoring it completely. He was having a hard enough time without her worrying on top of it.

She returned to the office and handed him the bottle. "I knew them." Even though she had finally said something, it was soft and void of anything. Hiding exhaustion and her emotions wasn't easy, but she had done it enough times where she was skilled at it. Maybe that wasn't such a good thing.

[tardytardis]

"Oh?" His fingers just barely brushed hers as he took the bottle, opening the cap and carefully drinking a few sips, feeling more relaxed as he drank. His body was starting to cool down--hm, if that was starting to make him feel better, would a stasis chamber do the trick? No, no, they didn't have that technology now, of course not.

"Amy and I met them, a while ago. After rearranging the timeline, the Daleks went and put things very askew, big mess. Very big mess." The only way he could cope with the ravaging of his body by the venom was to talk and talk, and his voice was getting hoarser as he went on.

"Did you meet Ringo, then?"