Luckily for the Doctor, what his body's doing doesn't require tea, though he certainly wouldn't mind some.
Slowly, slowly, the Time Lord comes back to himself. His hearts beat faster again; instead of every ten seconds, every seven, every five, laboriously picking up their accustomed speed and beat. Superganglion that have been wrenched free in a desperate attempt to maintain control carefully realign, rejoin, and reconnect the Automic brain to the brain at large. His internal temperature races back up to a cool, comfortable 15°C.
What he could, technically, achieve while awake with great concentration and a few hours is repaired in minutes as, for once, the Doctor's body works without the distraction of his consciousness prattling on. And so blearily, uneasily, the Doctor begins to wake up. Not enough to stir yet, but his mental presence has returned.
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Slowly, slowly, the Time Lord comes back to himself. His hearts beat faster again; instead of every ten seconds, every seven, every five, laboriously picking up their accustomed speed and beat. Superganglion that have been wrenched free in a desperate attempt to maintain control carefully realign, rejoin, and reconnect the Automic brain to the brain at large. His internal temperature races back up to a cool, comfortable 15°C.
What he could, technically, achieve while awake with great concentration and a few hours is repaired in minutes as, for once, the Doctor's body works without the distraction of his consciousness prattling on. And so blearily, uneasily, the Doctor begins to wake up. Not enough to stir yet, but his mental presence has returned.