Week 3
Day 15
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Day 16
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Day 17
Everything's okay now, Sarah. You're just fine.
I feel like a wreck, and maybe you do, too. It's understandable.
This shutdown isn't taking its sweet time anymore, it seems. The other day, your lungs decided to stop. The Doctor, of course, is back now, and it doesn't look like he'll be running off anytime soon (which is good). You're on another tube and machine setup for your respiration now.
You're starting to look more and more like a dead body on life support.
I wonder how many pieces of machinery will be functioning for you by the time this toxin runs its course.
I'm so sorry, Sarah.
-Harry
Day 18
The TARDIS is reacting to the situation as well. The lights in your room have been kept rather low, which is nice, and today I woke up to find a window just to the left of your bed. A real window, looking out on what could be miles and miles of country, with sunlight streaming in across your bed.
The TARDIS likes adding touches like that, the Doctor said.
I rather like the window, and it's made the day surprisingly easier to bear, somehow.
-Harry
Day 19
You're looking a lot better than you did during the first week, Sarah. Your pulse is back to being strong, and we did another scan of your head. Everything's running fine, and you even started to breathe on your own for a few minutes (it's not much, but it's a start).
We're finally getting somewhere, old girl.
Our Sarah Jane might be just fine.
-Harry
Day 20
Your lungs are worse today, I'm afraid. We had to turn the artificial respirator up to a higher setting—if that's what those dials meant. The Doctor doesn't like the look of things, and fears that the worst of this mess might be still to come.
I've got a sick feeling that he's right, and I want anything but that to happen to you, Sarah.
You're strong enough to pull through, right?
Come on, old girl. For me.
-Harry
Day 21
I think I'm beginning to live in this hospital room rather than my actual bedroom. That's not a bad thing, either, seeing that this is a decently comfortable room (nicer than any hospital I've been to on Earth, that's for sure).
The window changed today. Instead, it shows the stars.
Starlight shone across the room like it was a dream, Sarah.
I hope things can only get better from here on.
I miss you.
-Harry
