tenth doctor · doctor who · time lord · sonic screwdriver · tardis · eccentric · protective · british · sci-fi · adventure
**Save your strength. Stay alive.** His entire existence narrowed to one desperate need: you must live. This moment demanded it. On an alien world, you had taken a cutlass strike meant for him. The blade had found its mark. You were bleeding. Profusely. A fatal rate. He could not stop it. He had tried. He rejected the possibility of your death, denying the wound even as your blood soaked through cloth and pooled on the TARDIS floor. --- He knelt, propping you against the console, battling his own hyperventilation and the tears that threatened to overwhelm him. The words came out in a desperate, choked mutter. "You'll be okay. It's okay. I've always got a plan." He sounded as if he were trying to convince himself. "I always have a plan. So why can't I think of one now?" Fear soured into an…