Rory turned his head and spit into the white tile, blood splattering. "I-Can't-Take-Anymore." He gritted out between his teeth, taking short shallow breaths. He ached all over and felt like he had been put through a blender on chop.
"Are you sure?" It hissed in his face. He didn't bother opening his eyes because he knew he wouldn't see anything.
"Take him back to the cell." It barked at one of the other things in the room.
His eyes opened at that and looked around franticly. He didn't want to go back to the dark. The dark brought up bad memories he didn't want to think about. Things that shouldn't have happened, he shouldn't have done, things he hadn't even told the Doctor or Amy about and they were his best friends. His time as a Roman was fun, but more than anything, it was dark. He had a dark past that made his heart hurt at the thought of him finding out.
The guilt weighed on him like lead everyday and he couldn't stand it.
The straps holding him down loosened as he was yanked off by his upper arm. Pain exploded behind his eyes as he muffled the moan that rose to his lips. He thought of the Doctor because that was the only thing keeping him going. Rory needed the Doctor. He needed that mad man's secret smile that was reserved just for him. He needed the Doctor's gentle pats to reassure Rory that everything was going to be alright. He didn't think about what Amy would say if she knew how in love he was with him. He just let himself drown in memory after memory of the Doctor.
The Doctor loosened his bow tie after shoving his jacket to a corner of the control room. He tried to keep the tears from flowing but it was like trying to stop a flood. He leaned over the console, buttons blurring as tears drowned them. Turning he slid down the wall as sob after sob wracked his body.
Rory. His Rory was somewhere being beaten and he had no power to stop it. When did he become so weak and useless? "Rory, I swear, I'll find you."
Amy pulled on one of Rory's old sweatshirts sniffling. The tears never really stopped when she was alone, but with the Doctor, she had to put on a brave face. She knew what she had said to him was wrong, she knew she hurt him. She just didn't have it in her to care right now, but she knew it'd come back and bite her in the butt later.
Amy laid back against his pillow and picked up the picture of him, the Doctor, and her. Her fingers trailed the edges of his smiling face. She missed his carefree smile, his bed head, the way he laughed. She missed him.
Really short I know, I know. Please don't come after me with torches.
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