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He Who Sins
Chapter Thirteen: Crashing Back Down
Rose lay in the Doctors lap on the kitchen floor and vomited into a bucket as the Doctor held her hair back off her face. Tears streamed down her face as she threw up again, her throat burned and her head was wrecked with pain. The Doctor soothingly stroked her hair as her body heaved again; it tore at his heart seeing her like this
'Rose?' he asked quietly
'Yeah?' she mumbled between gasps for breath
'You think you're done yet?' he asked with a smile.
'I don't think I'll ever be done' she moaned as she wiped her mouth preparing herself for the vomiting fit that was sure to follow
'Is this what you were talking about?' he asked softly
'When?' she asked
'Last night'
'You mean when I wanted to talk?' she asked trying to think past the pain and the feeling of her stomach to remember the last day.
'Yeah' he murmured as he softly stroked her face feeling her body shake as she wheezed for breath.
'I think its…' she began but was cut off by another vomiting fit. When she was finished she wiped her mouth and dropped back into the Doctors lap. Her head rested against his chest and she just lay there weakly
'You alright?' he asked worriedly
'No, not really' she muttered as she tried to swallow.
'Something's definitely wrong – this isn't like us' he thought aloud
'What's not?' she murmured as she closed her eyes against his chest
'The arguing, the eating, the fights… the violence – none of this is like us' he mused, running a hand through his hair.
'I know what you mean' she mumbled as she rested her hands on her stomach, she felt her stomach groan and give
'Err' she moaned 'something's definitely not right' she groaned as she went for the bucket again.
The Doctor smiled sympathetically as Rose hurled into the bucket again, she seemed to be throwing up the entire content of the fridge.
'It's as though something is changing us…' he thought scratching his head. Rose rolled back onto him and away from the bucket
'It's not good, I can tell you that' she whispered weakly. He looked down at her and framed her face
'Are you gunna be alright?' he asked her softly. Rose shook her head and shrugged
'Can you take me to bed please? I need to lie down' she whispered
'Of course' he replied worriedly. The Doctor stood and carried Rose to their room; he stayed up all night with her holding her head as she vomited into a bucket and holding her against his chest in the brief moments of sleep she managed to catch before the overwhelming urge to vomit took over again. When blood began to mix with her vomit the Doctor was seriously worried, he ran a hand over her stomach gently
'Oh Rose, what's happening to you?' he asked quietly. Rose opened her eyes weakly; the sparkle that normally filled them was dim as she restlessly turned in the bed
'I love you' she whispered with a tiny smile. The Doctor squeezed her hand
'I love you too' he whispered before pressing a soft kiss to her lips
'Try and sleep' he asked her softly. Rose nodded and swallowed heavily fighting the urge to vomit as she tossed and turned. The Doctor sat by her side and just watched – he was unable to help.
Marilee drummed her fingers on the table and hummed to herself
'Helpless, powerless, alone and scared' she whispered with a smirk. 'That's what you are Doctor, and that's all you deserve to be – soon you will find out the truest meaning of those words, but until then you shall have to endure this' she breathed as she slowly turned the pages of the large book before her. She stood and turned to where the portrait of Devadeva was; she knelt before it and gestured for Tymon to join her at her side. They both bowed their heads and began chanting
'Devadeva, the Lord of Azariah – soon it will be time, soon we shall celebrate your birth. We shall celebrate it with death and with life, soon you shall walk among us once again, soon we shall all perish in your name'
Marilee gestured towards the crystal
'All of us – then you can rebuild your kingdom… may our sacrifice grant us life after death, may we join your side in Ruska. May all be right again' she chanted, her voice filled with excitement. Tymon listened and felt his hands tremble as he looked up to the portrait, dark eyes watched him and he averted his gaze to the floor. Betrayal and lies were supported by the members of Azariah – but not amongst their own leagues. Tymon dug his nails into his hand and prayed they would never find out.
Marilee saw the nervous twitches that wrecked Tymon
'My boy' she whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder 'all will be right and all will be well. You have a job – it must be done, do not be afraid for it is a great honour, you must be proud' she urged him.
'How can I be proud of murder?' he asked. Marilee smiled coldly
'Because that is who we are' she replied
'No, it's who you are – just because I am your son doesn't make us the same'
Marilee winced at his words
'I gave birth to you – that doesn't make you my son. You were born for the greater good, you are the one and that is all you are to me, the one who will bring us back to power' she told him harshly as she rose and moved back to her books. Tymon sunk his head into his hands; all he ever wanted was to be loved but he knew it would never happen. He sat up tall and knew there was only one form of escape, there was only one way to run from this hell – it would be when the time was right, when Marilee acted out his revenge – that is when his plan would work. He smiled to himself and rose from the floor wandering over to the crystal. His hand loosely tugged on his pendant which began to burn… it was almost time.