A/N: My first ever exactly 100-word drabble. Woot.
One touch. One single, simple touch. That was all it had taken for Rose to give the Dalek emotion, compassion—humanity.
How much had he received, each time he'd taken her hand?
It was long gone by the time he met the Family of Blood. (Effects dissipate when you stop taking a medication.) One part of him ached to tear the universes apart just to hold her hand again, to regain the feelings he'd lost. Another part didn't want her to see him like this. Another part just didn't care anymore.
And that, above all else, was what scared him.