"I...I'm not going to say it." The Doctor forced out as he clutched his stomach. He was not going to give in to the Master's demands, no matter how vulnerable he was. Now on his hands and knees, he tried to keep in the noises coming from the waves of pain resonating through his body.
"Why are you even doing this? W-what do you have to gain??"
He looked up at the madman standing over him with a scowl. If he weren't hurt, the roles would really be different.

He remembered the friend he used to have, the young Time Lord who was basically his brother, and he saw none of that in the man above him. His scowl turned into a sad frown and he lowered his head to stare at the ground.