The Doctor woke up a little while later, feeling a little stiff. Atleast he didnt feel like he was exhausted anymore. He gave a quick stretch and looked over at the Master. "im heading to the library. wanna come? or do you need anything?" he asked
The Master was curled up in a blanket, He just wasn't in the mood to deal with anybody. He coughed badly and grabbed the bucket and threw up, he didn't feel good.
The Doctor paused at the door way. "Unthinkable. I'm heading to the Ibrary now to see if there's anything that would help" he said before countinueing on
The Doctor headed toward the library. He sat in there for most of the day onto something. Eventually he took a break to get the Master some food and water before heading back to the library. There he started to feel horrible again. Before the Docotor had picked up the Master he had been feeling sick, but had managed not to let it show a lot. By night time he finally had something he could to the master. =t was made from timelord herbs and liquids and he handed it to the Master, hoping it would work.
The Master had mostly been sleep, He curled up and rolled over a few times. He woke up when the Doctor came to him, he noticed the other time lord wasn't feeling well. "Your sick aren't you." He sighed, He takes the medicine and wonders if he is trying to hide it. He was looking rather pale too.
The Doctor gave. It minute to kick in before asking " did it help?". He choose to ignore the question. He definently was sick. He had helped a friend at a hospital before he had come here and most likely picked up some sort of sickness from there.
"Whats it meant to help?" The Master wasn't sure what he meant. He focused on the Doctor and he yanked him closer so he could feel his forehead. He remembered the Doctor would always try carry on if he was sick.
The Doctor pushed away from him. "Did it help? Do you feel any better?" He asked impatiently. He just simply wanted to know wether it had worked or not. That way if it hadn't he could go try again, until he got it right.
The Doctor pushed away from him. "Did it help? Do you feel any better?" He asked impatiently. He just simply wanted to know wether it had worked or not. That way if it hadn't he could go try again, until he got it right.
"How can I know it has helped if you don't tell me what it has helped." The Master shakes his head. "and your sick and as usual like when we friends back on gallifrey you have to keep pushing yourself." he rolled his eyes.
"Its supposed to stop or helped the drumming. It didn't work did it? And I'm focused on finishing this for you before anything. I'm fine its nothing" he shrugged
"Its supposed to stop or helped the drumming. It didn't work did it? And I'm focused on finishing this for you before anything. I'm fine its nothing" he shrugged
The Master sighed "I suppose, But stop worrying about me.... I have lived too long... alone, And I am not happy, I have had enough of life." He finally admitted. The Master was looking at the Doctor. "if you keep worrying over me , I doubt you will make the bathroom.' He didn't really want the Doctor throwing up infront of him either.
"I'm not going to throw up. I'm fine. And I'm not going to stop worrying about you. Please just tell if the drumming got better or stopped! I'm close to solving this for you. Please believe me on this " he said pushing harder. He was determined not to give up.
The Master sighed weakly "I'm tired and I've regenerated so many more times then you... I have had enough............ The drums are better but they will never go away.........., not until I am dead." He had tears in his eyes now. He then raised and eyebrow "You look like you feel terrible..." he sighed and lay back. "If you were really my friend... You would do what Is best for me."
"Ok" he sighed and left throom heading back to the library to work on it agai. He used the days worth of knowledge he already had and worked for several more hours finally coming up with another product. He went back to the Masters room, suree he ad it, holding out for the Master to take
The Master pushed it away, He wasn't interested, He didn't think it would work anyways. His fever was high. He knew the Doctor would need a break soon enough. "Doctor....... enough." His voice was firm.