For a prompt from Timepetalsprompts, over on Tumblr: exhaustion.
A double-drabble (drouble) this week! Proudly 200 words.
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"What if it never works?" The Doctor dragged his hands through worry-spiked hair. He scribbled figures across a sheet of paper, already crammed with similar gibberish, before crumpling it and hurling it across the room.
"It will. You'll do it." She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "But not if you don't get some rest. A bit human now, remember?"
He scoffed. "Imagine me having to give in to exhaustion! Having to live, rotting, on this one planet for the rest of my life."
Rose retracted her hand, feeling more alone than she ever had during their years apart. She left him sitting by the dormant TARDIS coral, and went to bed, curling herself around her sorrows, gasping out her tears.
She felt his weight shift the mattress, and stiffened as his arms encircled her. His body shuddered against hers, his sobs a discordant accompaniment to hers.
"I was going to take you to so many places… What good am I if I can't even do that?"
She stilled in realization, and touched the damp stubble of his cheek. "That don't matter. Got everything I need, right here."
"Yeah?"
"Forever," she murmured, smiling as he finally drifted to sleep.
