Rose just has time to catch the words before she's being shoved back down into the recesses of her own mind, and Cassandra's back in there, taking up all the room.
And the Doctor's shouting something about it being her last warning, but she's on the floor, shell-shocked, distant.
"Inside her head... they're so alone... they keep reaching out, just to hold us... all their lives and they've never been touched."
All those people. It's even more horrific than the diseases they carry. The sympathy isn't like Cassandra, and maybe that's a bit of Rose bleeding through or maybe she's just got a conscience after all. She takes the hand the Doctor offers, pulls herself to her feet.
The diseased people bang on the lift doors, but don't break through. They walk back onto Ward 26, where some woman menaces them with a chair as the Doctor insists that they're fine, clean, not diseased.
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Date: 2006-10-19 04:15 pm (UTC)Rose just has time to catch the words before she's being shoved back down into the recesses of her own mind, and Cassandra's back in there, taking up all the room.
And the Doctor's shouting something about it being her last warning, but she's on the floor, shell-shocked, distant.
"Inside her head... they're so alone... they keep reaching out, just to hold us... all their lives and they've never been touched."
All those people. It's even more horrific than the diseases they carry. The sympathy isn't like Cassandra, and maybe that's a bit of Rose bleeding through or maybe she's just got a conscience after all. She takes the hand the Doctor offers, pulls herself to her feet.
The diseased people bang on the lift doors, but don't break through. They walk back onto Ward 26, where some woman menaces them with a chair as the Doctor insists that they're fine, clean, not diseased.