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were_lemurDoctor Who, Doctor & Master, all ages, not mine. When the drums are this loud, it's the only thing that helps.
"Doctor, it hurts." The Master uncoiled enough to look up, though he kept his hands pressed against the sides of his head.
The Doctor knelt in front of him. "Do you want me to help you sleep?" It was the only thing that helped when the drums were this loud; even so, the Master sometimes resisted.
This time, though, the Master whispered "please." The Doctor pressed his fingers against the Master's temples. With the deftness of long practice, he dropped the Master into a sleep so deep he didn't stir, even when the Doctor shifted him gently to the bed.
"Doctor, it hurts." The Master uncoiled enough to look up, though he kept his hands pressed against the sides of his head.
The Doctor knelt in front of him. "Do you want me to help you sleep?" It was the only thing that helped when the drums were this loud; even so, the Master sometimes resisted.
This time, though, the Master whispered "please." The Doctor pressed his fingers against the Master's temples. With the deftness of long practice, he dropped the Master into a sleep so deep he didn't stir, even when the Doctor shifted him gently to the bed.
