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oom: room 25...but not.
It starts the same as all the others.
The door is the wall.
He's lying alone in bed when he contemplates taking himself downstairs and celling himself to be able to be watched, since the Doctor wants him that badly. After everything he's heard the last two days, he's starting to consider it.
His eyes close.
Everything is fuzzy. He feels like he's on the drugs again, but he's not. He struggles to open his eyes, but he can't. He's lying alone in bed and trying to scream, trying to fight it, but he can't.
They slip shut.
The door is the wall.
The walls are coated in the peeling paint and still covered in the burns and scorch marks from the last time. The floor is coated in grime and dust and dark red splotches. Trails. One of them is fresh.
He can hear her screaming.
Something is dripping. The floor rumbles beneath his feet. Doc walks without fear, following the trails of blood. The copper scent is in his nose again. It's quiet, safe for the faint echo of footsteps. They're not his but he can't see who they belong to.
He doesn't want to know.
Doc steps into a room and rifles around in the drawers until he finds a handful of tools. He's not going in there unarmed this time. The knife is larger than a scalpel and the blade is coated in rust, but it'll work for what he wants.
He's going to find that Doctor and he's going to stop this.
The hand covers his mouth and he can't even shout. He can't breathe. His nose stings and his eyes water from the chemical and he tries to swing the knife around, but his strength sags as he has to inhale. His brain shuts down and the knife clatters to the floor.
He wakes up and can't move his arms and legs. His eyes burn and so does his nose. There's blood on his lips and he feels like he's been hit in the head with a brick.
Doc doesn't recognize anything.
There's a tank...
"Let me out..."
The door is the wall.
He's lying alone in bed when he contemplates taking himself downstairs and celling himself to be able to be watched, since the Doctor wants him that badly. After everything he's heard the last two days, he's starting to consider it.
His eyes close.
Everything is fuzzy. He feels like he's on the drugs again, but he's not. He struggles to open his eyes, but he can't. He's lying alone in bed and trying to scream, trying to fight it, but he can't.
They slip shut.
The door is the wall.
The walls are coated in the peeling paint and still covered in the burns and scorch marks from the last time. The floor is coated in grime and dust and dark red splotches. Trails. One of them is fresh.
He can hear her screaming.
help me doc
please help me doc he's coming
he's hurting me
Something is dripping. The floor rumbles beneath his feet. Doc walks without fear, following the trails of blood. The copper scent is in his nose again. It's quiet, safe for the faint echo of footsteps. They're not his but he can't see who they belong to.
He doesn't want to know.
Doc steps into a room and rifles around in the drawers until he finds a handful of tools. He's not going in there unarmed this time. The knife is larger than a scalpel and the blade is coated in rust, but it'll work for what he wants.
He's going to find that Doctor and he's going to stop this.
footsteps closer
no time to hide
no time to run
run doc
The hand covers his mouth and he can't even shout. He can't breathe. His nose stings and his eyes water from the chemical and he tries to swing the knife around, but his strength sags as he has to inhale. His brain shuts down and the knife clatters to the floor.
and it echoes
like silent screams
that will never be heard
help me
He wakes up and can't move his arms and legs. His eyes burn and so does his nose. There's blood on his lips and he feels like he's been hit in the head with a brick.
Doc doesn't recognize anything.
There's a tank...
teja said tank
paul drowned
fire flickers
let me out
let me out
let me out
"Let me out..."
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He came around, and said to Doc, "You're seriously racked up, Doc. I do you a solid, you do me one." He then touched him with his snout.
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wake up
wake up please wake up
Doc just nods his head as rapidly as he can.
"...I'll do you a solid, I swear. Swear it."
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The ground shakes- it heaves and moves sending dead bodies and anything not held down crashing to the floor.
Doors burst open nearly flying off their hinges as he moved forward. He would not let this one get away.
More..he needed more..
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The Doctor might want more, but he would have to do without Doc Scurlock. He was no longer in the Old Kingdom.