He opened his eyes and tried to look around his surroundings. He was still in the Naismith Manor. Everything was in shatters and the Immortality Gate was now scattered around the room. The Doctor got up from the floor and smiled briefly before he realized that Wilfred was nowhere to be seen. He turned all around the room but couldn't see him. Was he taken back to Gallifrey? Did he die? Did Rassilon kill him? His mind was reeling with a million questions and he felt exhausted. He made a subconscious decision and decided it was best to just faint.
He opened his eyes briefly before closing them again. He heard voices all around him. Some were murmurs, others were shouts. Not of fear or joy, but of authority. He also heard sirens and the screech of tires being burned on asphalt. Then he felt something carrying him. To top it off, there was something over his nose and mouth. He felt a burst of oxygen go through him. Where was he again? He was in London, 25th of December, 2009.
He felt himself being tied down. Why were they tying him down? It's not as if he were going to escape! He heard a pair of metal doors being shut. After twenty minutes he got bored. He decided to count all of his body cells. Or maybe he could count his brain cells. Either was fine, something to keep him busy.
He was at 55 billion on the brain cells before they stopped. Then he felt himself being lifted up again. He was rushed toward a room. He felt himself getting undressed and dressed into different clothes. Then he was poked and connected to a bunch of wires. He assumed it was the oxygen mask and the heart monitor. He tried to make his right heart beat slower so they wouldn't cut him open, because he did not want that. He heard more voices, but these were different.
'You will pay for your traitorous crimes! You sided with him and not with your Council!' Yelled a voice.
'So? What about it?' Retorted another voice.
'You will be banished to the Cloisters and you will have no more regeneration cycles. Understood?' Said the loud voice.
'Crystal.' The voice gave off a lazy attitude.
The Doctor recognized those voices. The first one was of Rassilon, the Lord President. The second one was of…the Master! His eyes shot open and he sat up quickly. His heartbeats increased rapidly and all the doctors were at his side trying to calm him down. He tried to get them off him but he suddenly felt something poke him. The sedative ran through his veins and made him loosen his body. He slowly closed his eyes and drifted off.
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"You left me." The Master stated bluntly.
"Sorry," the Doctor replied.
"Sorry? You left me to die!" The Master cried.
"So? You left me, too. Remember when you didn't regenerate?" The Doctor reminded him.
The Master stayed quiet. He looked around the white walls, after a beat he said, "Why are you replying to me?"
After a long pause, the Doctor replied. "Because you're my friend and I won't just ignore you."
"No, it's something else. Something deeper, isn't it?" The Master deduced. He took a quick glance behind his Time Lord "friend".
The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Why did we form this bond?"
"It just happened." The Master replied quickly. He swallowed his annoyance. "You still haven't answered my question." He got closer to the Doctor.
The Doctor inched away. "I need to wake up and get the sedative out of my system."
"I can help you with that." The Master replied. And before the Doctor could answer him, the Master had his lips on his. The Master cupped the Doctor's cheek and kissed him deeply. He placed his other hand around the Doctor's waist. The Doctor didn't kiss him back, however. Instead he pushed him off and glared at him.
"Why did you do that?" He shouted. He felt really uncomfortable.
"I took the sedative out. Oh, my tongue feels numb," the Master poked his tongue out of his mouth.
The Doctor checked his system. The Master was right, the sedative was gone.
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He opened his eyes and clenched his hands. He wiggled the fingers and felt his blood go through his veins. The sedative was gone. Who knew? He carefully took off the oxygen mask, letting it fall to his side. He pulled off the cord that was in his arm. He got up and disconnected himself from the heart monitor and he let it beep away. He saw that he was dressed in a gray t-shirt and gray sweatpants. He still wore his red and white striped socks, though. He glanced further beyond his feet and saw that his white Converse were neatly placed on a corner of the floor. His clothes, however, were rumpled on a lime green chair. He got up went to touch the clothes. The coat was ripped thoroughly and stained with blood. His white collar shirt was also bloodied but not ripped. The slacks were okay, the tie was fine as well.
He picked up the coat again and checked for his sonic screwdriver. After a few seconds, he found it and placed in his pocket. He then proceeded to look for a small box. He also found it and put it in his pocket. He took the tie and threw it on the bed. He picked up his Converse and put them on. He got up (taking the tie with him) and went towards the door. The Doctor opened it cautiously and stepped into the hallway. The halls were dark so he assumed that it was after hours, meaning that there weren't many doctors or nurses. He walked his way to the where all the doctors took their coats and left their things.
The hall was eerily quiet and the lights were dimly lit. There was a sign indicating where the Emergency room was and where the Waiting room was. After a bit of walking, he was in front of the door which was made of wood and metal. The Doctor took out his trusty instrument and pointed the tiny blue light at the metal door handle. The lock clicked and he opened it. Inside the room were light blue lockers in neat rows, their locks placed accordingly. He picked a random one and opened it with his sonic screwdriver. He took out the white doctor's coat and glanced at the tag. It read "Dr. Martin". He put on the coat and also took out some keys from the locker. He put them in his pocket and walked out.
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"Leave me alone!" The Master yelled. He was clutching his head tightly, his bleached hair all disheveled.
The Doctor glanced at him. "Are the drums back?" He asked quietly.
"No! It's the silence! I can't cope with the silence," he laid on the dull white floor. The Doctor laid down with him. They stayed like that for a bit. The silence was comfortable for the Doctor, but he knew that the Master didn't enjoy it.
"How are the drums gone?" The Doctor asked.
The Master turned to him. "When Gallifrey left, they left, too."
"Oh," the Doctor said. He was going to get up but he realized that he couldn't move. He tried to move his arm but it didn't budge. His whole body felt numb. It was as if somebody had turned an off switch on him. He tried to move but he knew that it was vain. A whimper escaped his lips as he still attempted to move. The Master glanced at him.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"I can't move," the Doctor replied.
"What do you mean?" He said curiously.
"I can't move!" The Doctor shouted.
The Master got up from his relaxed position and touched his arm. "Can you feel my finger?"
"No," he answered.
The Master contemplated this. This was very strange. He grabbed the Doctor's arm and lifted it up. "How about this, can you feel it?"
"No! I can't feel or move my body!" The Doctor shouted. He wanted to move something! His finger or his foot! He felt helpless.
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The Doctor found himself on the floor. He didn't know how he got there but it didn't matter. He got up and speed walked towards the top of the building. He found an exit door and went through it. He went up four flights of stairs before reaching to the top. He went toward the door and pushed it. It was locked so he took out his sonic and opened it. He went out and looked out into the sky. The sky was dark making the half moon shine bright, as well for the stars. There was a slight breeze coming in from the south which made the trees sway a bit. He looked down. The building was a bit tall and glancing down gave him vertigo. He then took out the small box from his pocket. He opened it and inside revealed a small yellow button. He faced backwards toward the edge, the heels of his shoes peeking out. He pressed the small button, extended his arms, and fell backward.