He had lost all hope; any chance that anyone would come and rescue him had faded. And he surely did not wish to attempt to escape again and face those brutal consequences if he were to get caught again. His body ached all over from being beaten and tortured; it was getting to a point where death was a possibility. He welcomed the concept; if death were to whisk him away he would surely not have any objections.

In his dark prison, he lacked a sense of day or night. There were only times when he was sleeping, and times when they were torturing him. He did not know who they were, or even why they were doing this to him. All he wanted was an escape, whether it'd be physical or through a death of some sort.

Suddenly the door opened. At first he thought they were going to have their way with him some more, but it just did not feel so menacing. He wasn't even sure if it was his captors. The way this person carried their self was different from the others. He then thought to himself, "Maybe they're finally sending someone to finish me off."

As his visitor strolled toward him, he then realized that they weren't here to kill him. As the visitors hand went toward his neck, he tightened his jaw in panic. Though rather than snake around his neck to choke him, the hand went and gently pressed its finger tips checking for a pulse. A man's voice then asked, "Are you ready to leave Doctor?"

The Doctor sighed in relief and quietly responded, "Of course."

The man then yelled for someone to go get a stretcher, and there was definitely a quick response. The group tried to lift the Doctor as gently as possible, but despite their efforts, the Doctor let out a scream of agony. His whole body hurt. He did not know how long he was there but even for a few weeks, the load of harm that was delivered was something to be wary of.

Attempting not to cause more pain the Doctor quietly croaked, "Who are you?"

"Someone who's trying to help." The man then responded.

The man then tried to give something to the Doctor. Puzzled he looked at it and saw that it was a pill. He then asked, "What is this?"

The man quickly responded, "Something for the pain, take it, it'll make you feel better."

The Doctor then did as he was told and swallowed the pill. As he was carried through the corridors and out of the building, he felt no different at first. Though then the pain started to dull and he became drowsy. He tried to fight it but it just became too much for him and eventually gave in to the demands of sleep.