[She's still sitting there, listening to Jack's anger, hurt, tears rolling down her cheeks- she's not making a whole lot of noise. Not this time. There's... just nothing. If he's not regenerating- he's gone. How could he possibly come back from this?
She get up from the sudden voice at the door- voices, now that she thinks about it. The TARDIS and- him.]
In here- [She chokes out, refusing to budge from her spot, knuckles white from gripping, arm tiring from being bent up and over the edge of the mattress like it is.]
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She get up from the sudden voice at the door- voices, now that she thinks about it. The TARDIS and- him.]
In here- [She chokes out, refusing to budge from her spot, knuckles white from gripping, arm tiring from being bent up and over the edge of the mattress like it is.]