The Doctor could see the Master was desperate for him to not die. He truely knew the Master cared now. He was truely suffering . He had known the Master was just doing what he could to keep him safe. Though he didn't quite agree with the Master's ways.
"Master... you know how I feel about all that."
He didn't have the enegry to aruge about it. He closed his eyes. He doubted he could ever change the Doctor's views there.
Though he knew the MAster still loved him deeply. He kissed him weakly. "I Love you."

He knew that the Master wanted to save him, for him not to die. He felt so weak and knew he would die without the Master's help. He had no regenrations and no was to recover himself. He knew the damage was too great for him to even surive.
"I love you...," He gasped. He coughed and struggled to breath.
He was looking at him. "My Master." he whispered. He coughed and groaned in pain.
The time lords hearts were beating slowly and he held the Masters hand.
"I don't want to die, not when I just go you back." He let out a painned breath. He moaned and closed his eyes. His hand still clutching the Master's and his face was very pale. He almost seemed pale as a ghost. He knew they needed to get off this planet. He didn't want anything happening to the Master either.

"I'll try I cant make any promises... my hearts are slowing." He groaned weakly. He coughed up a mouth full of blood. He clung onto the Master weakly. The creatures having damaged his body quite badly in thier attacks. His head was still pounding. It seemed there was tears spilling down his face. He was sweating and that seemed to have soaked his brown hair. He really did look terrible.
He knew he was running out of time. He groaned weakly again. "If I die.... make sure you get the TARDIS out of here. That you look after her and make sure she doesn't fall into the wrong hands. Be kind to her and maybe she will get used to you."
He was trembling. He normally wouldn't let the Master have control of his TARDIS. But now if he was dying, he wasn't sure who else would look after his ship. "You know sexy is i..important to me." He was getting much weaker as he spoke.

"I Love you." He looked at the Master when he begged him to stay with him. He smiled sadly before he took one last breath and closed his eyes. His two hearts had stopped. He still had his hand in the Masters. He seemed peaceful laying there. At first it seemed like the Master had been too late and it hadnt worked. But it had, it was just taking the Doctor awhile. He was so weak and just couldn't wake so easily or revive,
He had tried so hard to fight this and not die. But he had been attacked quite badly and he had been suffering. It seemed he was just sleeping though he wasn't breathing and his skin was deathly pale.

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It was weeks later before the Doctor finally opened his eyes. He gasped and coughed, His hearts were beating. The Doctor was looking around where he was. He seemed to be very weak still.
"Master?" He tried to get up but he was very weak. He had no idea how long he had been 'dead' He was also quite confused.
The time lord fell onto the floor in his attempts to get up,
He seemed extra clusmy compared to normal and fell agaisnt the wall as he tried to walk.

He didn't look like he should be out of bed. He needed a bit more time to rest and heal. His eyes seemed dull. He wasn't really that sure if he had died or not. He breathed deeply and groaned again.
"Stupid legs." He muttered. "Why wont you let me be in control."
He kept complaining and fell over and lay on the ground. He looked a bit annoyed and blew hair out of his face.
The time lord hadnt remebered ever feeling so weak.

"Master..." The Doctor whimpered. He needed help up. He was starting to think getting up had been a bad idea now. His legs weren't holding him up and he felt all floopy and useless. He looked around, The TARDIS seemed to have stopped making strange sad noises.
Though was now more making noises like she was concerned.
"I'm fine sexy... Guess I'm a little weak." He sighed a bit and lay there annoyed.