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[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[the sound of a journal hitting a wall with great force]

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[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

Theta.

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[rapid breathing, barely controlled]

What.

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

Enough.

[he steps immediately over to him]

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[he's sitting up, body rigid, his hands clenched in the covers; his eyes close as he tries to steady his breathing, but it's a half-hearted effort]

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

[he presses his hand against the Doctor's chest]

You're going to lay down, and that is final. You are not going to bang things, you are not going to throw things.

[devil-blue.livejournal.com]

...What's wrong?

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[a moment of surprise, and then rough laughter]

I should be used to it by now.

[devil-blue.livejournal.com]

[Que a rather long pause of deep thought. And then a moment that is purely hesitation.]

It has something to do with this plague, doesn't it?

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[a muffled cough, and then an ironic chuckle]

It seems to kill at random, doesn't it.

[benotmywish.livejournal.com]

...you're sick and irritated.

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[distantly]

The terms now, Nataku, are 'rage' and 'grief'.

[benotmywish.livejournal.com]

. . .did somebody died?

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[softly]

Two. One recently and one...I only just...

[he trails off]

[atriplefirst.livejournal.com]

[if only facial expressions could be dictated]

Doctor... [pauses] ... [after several unsuccessful attempts to write something and scribbling it all out, we'll just leave it at that]

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[soft, low]

Romana. I'll...I'll be...

[atriplefirst.livejournal.com]

[sighs quietly]

If you say you'll be fine I will throw a shoe at you. [attempt at wry humor to cheer him up a bit] What... happened?

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[a faint smile in his words]

Understood.

[Romana]

Rose is...gone. The plague, whatever it is, it...it was too fast.

[a deep, tremulous breath]

And my granddaughter was murdered here before I arrived.

[dreams-in-red.livejournal.com]

[written with a degree less of her usual neatness]

Dear... what's wrong?

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[a long moment, and then, very quietly]

It's Rose. She's gone.

[dreams-in-red.livejournal.com]

Gone? Gone like Nataku was, or [doesn't finish sentence]

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

The plague, Lucy.

Five

[fantasticninth.livejournal.com]

[a long silence]

I-- [snot being snorked up] I wasn't even there for her. I'd stepped out.

Nine

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

...You couldn't have known.

Five

[fantasticninth.livejournal.com]

Couldn't I? She was getting worse, Five. I never should have left.

Nine

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[the words are low, quiet]

Did you ever expect her to die?