The Doctor sagged down with a wrenching cough, blood bubbling up at the corner of his lips and trickling down. It itched, to make things worse, this irritating tickle slowly oozing down his chin. His heart felt like it was spasming and skipping in his chest along with the other one and he couldn't tell right this second if he was better off with it dead in his ribcage. It took him a long moment to realize he was trembling like a leaf.

The funny thing was he couldn't seem to stop, either.

"You and submission!" Another round of coughing interrupted him, the Doctor instinctively trying to jerk his hand up only for the restraints to clank around his wrist and remind him that yes, they were still there. "Big fuss with you, submission and getting all the other aliens to bow before you. And what if there's a Gallifrey in this universe? One that's looking for someone to have a round of Time War to start things off?"

The idea was about as terrifying as Sobek having access to the Time Vortex, only Sobek was just one man - snake...worm (whatever he technically was) - and a whole planet full of Time Lords possibly at their worst was something he somehow hadn't had time to consider seriously until right now, when he was trying not to choke on his own blood. Made for a busy day! Torture usually did. The Doctor licked his lips, knowing by now that the Jaffa allowed into the interrogation rooms were Sobek's most trusted and wouldn't respond to any mind-games.

Believe him, he'd tried. Threw everything he had at them. Stubborn, even for humans!