chapter ten
Unnamed Multiple Companions' POV
VISITORS LIST
It's been nearly four months now. He's weaker, but at least he isn't biting at us anymore. Whatever happened to make him like this, I hope we never know.
Some days he just stares at you with a wild longing from behind the glass. Other days, he just… curls into a ball against the corner padding and rocks to the sound of his twin hearts. It makes me want to die. Because he…
Will we ever get him back again?
Sometimes I think he must have known this would happen, that some strange part of himself he'd forgotten made sure he had us, so that he wouldn't… so that he wouldn't... have to go mad, without someone to be with him.
If I remember, and I do, the last thing he said before he became completely catatonic was something along the lines of, 'Do you hate me?' Oh good God. The only thing I can't recall is how many times I vomited that night, and practically every night since. Drink does that to a man.
I never thought I'd see it come to this. Not this way. Not the Boss. There are so many things in our lives that aren't fair. Why this? Why now? Why him? Elsewise, how could I blame a bloke like him for finally breakin' down after all the ringers 'e's been through? I don' have it in me. I just don't.
It is always hard to see a good man brought down. I can only hope he doesn't stay there. Forever can be such a lonely place, when all is lost. I've seen that look in too many eyes before, though. I never expected to see it in his. But some of us still hope, at least. Some of us still hope.
No matter what happens with him, our love for the Doctor still stands. And we will never forget.
I don't care what the others say. I know the Doctor is a good man at his core. He will never become the Valeyard! Never! Never.