He was dying.
There was no denying it anymore. He had
lost the use of both of his legs and he was positive most of his vital organs had shut down. He could have given up, just lay down and let the poison take its effect. The TARDIS would simply stop repairing the damage she had sustained and they could die together, an old couple passing peacefully. He could, that is, had it not been for the fact that Amy and Rory were still in mortal danger. Pain shot through his body for hundredth time that evening, thanks to the lovely poison.
The Doctor was very aware of how foolish he must look as he dragged himself out of the TARDIS and towards his dear friend's miniature prison. Thankfully, he didn't care about how he looked at that point. Just as thankfully, there wasn't anyone around to see. Except, perhaps, for HER.
A wave of hate washed over him as he cast a glance towards Melody. Look at her! Her parents and childhood friends were about to die, and she just