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"I am not a coward..." The Doctor defended darkly, his voice squeaking at the end. Red streaks came up on his face where The Master scratched him.
He kept the man against the wall and used what was left of his self control to try to reason.
"Please, stop."

He was done with the pain, done with the Master's games.
Uggggghhhhhhh
The Doctor hissed at the pain from his arm and abdomen, his eyes watering in pain.
As the Master reached bacl for another swing, something snapped in the Doctor, something bad.

A deep growls came up from his hurting chest and he took on a sudden offensive. Taking the Master by his own coat and pinning him to a nearby wall.

"I said stop, and you are going to stop." He muttered darkly into the pinned man's ear.
Groaning again at the second or third kick, the Doctor stood up with shaky legs.

"Master, stop. You...ugh...you need to stop this. Is it because of the drumming? I can help with that, Master. I can help...just listen."

With his arms wrapped around his bruised torso, he stood as tall and proud as he he could.
He may have given up on the name part, but he was not going to give it all up that easily.
The Doctor coughed and looked at the Master with half lidded eyes. His face flushed in pain and his lips glistening.
He had had it. He cracked. He was old and didn't care anymore.

"Please...M-master...stop." He begged, feeling faint and leaning slightly towards the crazy man in front of him.

"And if our friendship is gone, then why are you showing me mercy?"
"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.
The Master's maniacal laughter echoed in the dark place and the Doctor straightened up in alarm. As he tried to keep his cool he watched the fellow Time Lord walk around him.

"What makes you think I'm lost? I'm just out for a pleasant strole..." He said trying to sound as nonchalant as possible through his pain. When the Master took a step towards him he mirrored he movement backwards before gasping at his friend's hand on his coat. Or at least, he had been a friend.

"There is nothing to 'win' and I am not trapped here...now let me go."
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The Doctor looked around, his eyes growing frantic along with his walking pace. She was gone. His TARDIS, his baby, was lost and he was stranded on a planet he did not recognize. Faint whispers in the darkness set his senses on edge, aggravating the already painful headache he had.

He may not have looked it at the time, but he was injured. His head throbbed and his insides burned making it hard to sense any other life around him. There were some people he did not want to run into in his current state.

As he continued to walk/stumble around in search for his beloved ship, he was oblivious to any eyes on him, and was immensely vulnerable.

Running an anxious hand through his brown hair and scuffing his white converse against the rough ground, he pulled out his sonic screwdriver to do yet another scan for the TARDIS.
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