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"Sounds like it would make for great television, at least." Humans, huh? How he loved them, how they puzzled him. The Doctor filled a glass with water and put some pills into it before carrying it over to John. "Here, drink this." Keeping him stable was the priority until he could finalize the cure. He looked at him from up close again, concerned but relieved that at least he still didn't appear to be getting worse. Seemed as if he could call himself the Doctor for a while longer still. Good, he hated making empty promises.

"Me and Jack... Reckon we do, for the most part. But it's Torchwood. I have a history with them. In a way I suppose I am their history. And historically I very often don't approve of their methods."

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."

"Yeah. We can do that." There was a fondness in his voice that he couldn't quite deny and the he probably should have avoided, but how could he have helped it? He loved people, always had. The Doctor got up and headed back over, checking on the machines and having a look at the readings the cure was giving him. Not ready. Definitely not ready yet.

"Eye Candy is Ianto, right?" He was trying to keep things straight. Well. Get all the facts, at least, apparently nothing much was straight about this. "They are too quick to kill. They use weapons. Alien technology. Whole bunch of things that I don't condone." The Doctor smiled, arching an eyebrow. "Which I'm aware is all boring for you, but I think you'll have found that there's nothing more exciting than facing down an army of Daleks with no weapon whatsoever."

"Ianto Jones, well dressed and love sick," John remarked with a cocky smile on his face, recalling Ianto with a level of fondness because he had enjoyed meeting him, even if he didn't like John even slightly and clearly was killing any chance that he'd ever get Jack back. Not that he ever had Jack in the first place, not really. He'd tried, he'd failed. Oh well. At least he got laid a lot.

"You think they kill too much? Oh please, they try to save everyone. Like you, actually. Obsessed with doing the right thing. Tedious, that is, you can't save everyone," Though hopefully he could be saved. And not in a metaphorical 'became good' way but in a not dying kind of style. "It wasn't exciting, I just did it cause I had to. Didn't have much choice."

John was silently for a moment because the way his arm was over his eyes provided a lovely kind of dark and in that foolish second, he very nearly let himself embrace the nice darkness and sink into sleep. Luckily, John caught himself before he did, blinking his eyes several times before removing his arm. "Are you done yet?"

"No. It's not that easy. I'm not going to bore you with the science of it." The Doctor sighed and studied another sample through the microscope for several seconds before pulling away and rubbing the back of his head. "Tell me, how many people are looking for you in your own century? I mean, I can use the TARDIS to just break in and out of a hospital... I should probably do that anyway, I really don't want to risk this thing spreading."

As he thought out loud he walked closer to John, noticing how sleepy he appeared. Damn it, this was not good, not good at all. "Er. What keeps you awake? We can't risk caffeine... I don't know, sexual fantasies? Anything, come on."

"How many? Er, lost count. A lot? I mean a lot too, not just a few. I'm sort of wanted in most galaxies for robberies, assassinations, murders, I like to make it different every time. The bounty on my head is pretty impressive, actually," What? Why not brag? He felt proud that he was worth something at least. Even if it was money to kill him off. It was the first time in life he actually felt valued, when he saw the money his head could get someone.

"Very few drugs have alerting properties, caffeine never worked on me and sex just makes me think of lying on a bed... not a good train of thought," Closing his eyes again he stretched out and exhaled slowly. What could he do to keep awake and not hurt his eyes with the light? "Got a shot of anything that can work? Keep my brain awake?"

"Good for you. Breaking into a hospital it is, if necessary. But that would mean leaving you alone." The Doctor groaned in frustration, but then his eyes lit up. "Can't really risk any drugs with you right now, John, but..." He closed the distance between them and knelt down next to him, pulling out the sonic screwdriver and using it on the man's vortex manipulator. "Ta-da!" Definitely a ta-da moment. He pulled away and watched him in anticipation. "I've wired it to watch your vitals. It should give you an electric shock every time you're about to pass out."

"What? I'm sorry, how is that helpful at all?" John asked with a pout because honestly, he didn't really fancy the idea of being shocked every time he got tired. Huffing in annoyance, he looked down at his strap where his vitals were displayed then gave the Doctor a small confused look because the Doctor was meant to be working on saving him and his vitals looked like shit. These were the vitals of a dead man. "Shit... I'm really bad, aren't I?"

"Well, it's going to be painful, but it will keep you awake." The way John looked at him tugged on his hearts in the worst way and he swallowed, although he met his gaze steadily. "Yeah. Yeah, you are. But it's gonna be alright. I only need maybe another..." He looked back to the machine, walking toward it again and taking yet another look through the microscope. Damn. "It won't be much longer. Promise." He had no idea.

"Don't make promises if you can't keep them. That's why I never make a promise to Jack," John pointed out becuse he wasn't entirely sure the Doctor was going to save him. Sure the nose bleed had stopped but he could still taste copper, the light still hurt and clearly he was not doing too good. "Go, work, don't stand here talking to me. It's fine, I can't fall asleep, can I?" No, he just had to sit here and keep himself awake and not dead.

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