The woman screamed as her head hit the wall, giggling like the madwoman she was. Even if she couldn’t see she could still speak.
“He’ll die if he leaves the console room.” She was loud enough to echo through the halls, standing and reaching for anything she could reach. She had released the hold of the isomorphic plugs, the shocks had long stopped.
“Return to me, Doctor.”
It was a pang in his head, the words, the aches he felt as he clung to the Master, shuffling towards the console room. Something didn’t feel right. He felt wet.
He felt his mind stir. And opened his eyes?
How could he though if… His body twitched, it’s puppet dead as the mind returned it’s original shell. Shit. And while the body dropped beside the Master, he awoke, a mask affixed to his face, wires attached to his body. He felt sick.
“FUCK OFF!” he called back down the hall as he pulled the Doctor along…. until he completely fell over that is. He was just too tired for this, too exhausted from everything to properly deal with what was going on. Falling to his knees, he listened to the Doctor’s hearts, and then mentally nudged for him before returning to the Macii.
“What the bloody hell are you doing? You will tell me, or you will regret it.” he said, watching her pat around at wires and controls.
“F-fuck you, Master.” She looked at him, one eye covered in bandages the other burned shut. “I’ll make you regret shooting me.” She laughed weakly but even then all she could do was grope her way around towards him, the door.
“I won’t give up the ghost. I’m not telling you.”