“Not much of a sell, I’m afraid,” the Doctor gave Sobek a wan smile. “Death or death, eh?”
He had to say he’d rather live, preferably, which might not count as options one, two or even three, but in that aspect, he wasn’t really that much different from the average human. He rather did like living, even at his age! Anyway, if he had to die, he’d rather it not be by himself with Sobek leaning over him, hearing the monsoon whipping at the jungle outside and his last thought being he’d given the Crocodile God the key to time travel. The Doctor’s jaw tensed as the lone working heart struggled to work overtime, the corners of his mouth twitching as he tried to hide just how much it hurt to have that other heart dead in his chest, knowing it was there, all the more aware of it because it wasn’t doing what it was supposed to.
The Doctor watched as Sobek passed a new sort of device to his Jaffa. Ah. Now that looked nasty with all the pointy bits and –
He cried out before he got much further, convulsing against the restraints. All thoughts about pointy bits went out the window. Light flared out from where the device had dug itself into his healing side, flashing out like a spiderweb as the energy raged through his body. He tried to instinctively thrash away from it, fresh blood already bubbling up from the reopened wound. His chest felt like it was exploding from the inside. Maybe it was. For all he knew, his last remaining heart was on its way out and he’d be dying all over again, which was oddly enough never one of those things you quite got used to despite it being a bit old hat.
His eyes opened briefly to fix on the Jaffa. The woman, broad shoulders and wearing the same armor as all the others, twisted the device after a look from Sobek. The Doctor choked as he felt a different sort of pain – something dragged back to life, his other heart giving a feeble sort of jerk in his ribcage, stuttering, failing, and then coming to a stumbling tempo as the other one struggled to do the same. By the time the Jaffa finally stepped back, the Doctor was wheezing for breath, blood flecking his mouth.
“Don’t…don’t have anything. Parties. Knitting. That’s all,” the Doctor gasped. “Trust me, you don’t want to be another Gallifrey."
Re: with permission
He had to say he’d rather live, preferably, which might not count as options one, two or even three, but in that aspect, he wasn’t really that much different from the average human. He rather did like living, even at his age! Anyway, if he had to die, he’d rather it not be by himself with Sobek leaning over him, hearing the monsoon whipping at the jungle outside and his last thought being he’d given the Crocodile God the key to time travel. The Doctor’s jaw tensed as the lone working heart struggled to work overtime, the corners of his mouth twitching as he tried to hide just how much it hurt to have that other heart dead in his chest, knowing it was there, all the more aware of it because it wasn’t doing what it was supposed to.
The Doctor watched as Sobek passed a new sort of device to his Jaffa. Ah. Now that looked nasty with all the pointy bits and –
He cried out before he got much further, convulsing against the restraints. All thoughts about pointy bits went out the window. Light flared out from where the device had dug itself into his healing side, flashing out like a spiderweb as the energy raged through his body. He tried to instinctively thrash away from it, fresh blood already bubbling up from the reopened wound. His chest felt like it was exploding from the inside. Maybe it was. For all he knew, his last remaining heart was on its way out and he’d be dying all over again, which was oddly enough never one of those things you quite got used to despite it being a bit old hat.
His eyes opened briefly to fix on the Jaffa. The woman, broad shoulders and wearing the same armor as all the others, twisted the device after a look from Sobek. The Doctor choked as he felt a different sort of pain – something dragged back to life, his other heart giving a feeble sort of jerk in his ribcage, stuttering, failing, and then coming to a stumbling tempo as the other one struggled to do the same. By the time the Jaffa finally stepped back, the Doctor was wheezing for breath, blood flecking his mouth.
“Don’t…don’t have anything. Parties. Knitting. That’s all,” the Doctor gasped. “Trust me, you don’t want to be another Gallifrey."