John didn't even ask what it was, he just knocked it back with the water because hell, like anything could poison him at this point. He was dying, anything would help. He coughed harshly once more, blood still finding it's way out but hey, at least he wasn't getting worse. And the nosebleed had stopped for the most part, now it was just raw and burning inside. Oh yeah, definitely a dying sensation. What a bitch. "I'm good as long as it doesn't get worse, right? So we just have to turn it back, not make it go forward. Easy. We can do that."

And by we, he meant the Doctor. But hey, make a team effort. Then when he fucked up, they could pretend to share the blame and when he got it right, John could feel like he helped. "They're boring twats, if that's what you mean. I mean a sexy bunch, don't get me wrong. Especially that one -- Tosh, I think? God. The legs on that one. Eye Candy isn't too bad himself, actually. The whole smouldering pissed off thing does it for me."

Oh yeah, he'd so go for an orgy with that lot in seconds. Seemed like a fun night. "Their methods are dull and largely ineffective but they're trying."