May 11, 2007 17:26
'll never forget watching him die. That's the most helpless I've ever felt, I mean, I know I'm no real fighter and not brilliant like he is, but usually I can do something. And there he was, dying, because I was…was clumsy and useless.
Don't get me wrong, I like the new Doctor - well, I do now, anyway. He's different, really different, but he's still...he's still my best friend. Sure he can get loud and smug and reckless but, well, he can also be selfless and gentle and kind, and God knows it's never boring around him.
I worry more now, I think. I'm so scared it will happen again.
I just slipped, you know. That was all it was, I slipped, and he helped me up, and we were both infected and we didn't even know until later and then all I could do was...was die, and hope he'd come up with some miraculous plan to save us.
He got the antidote, in the end, but it was only enough for one and I couldn't even stop him from giving it to me.
I spent a lot of time wishing Erimem was there with us - but she was gone, and that changed as both, I think. I felt like a little girl again, like none of the things we'd gone through mattered if we couldn't even save our friend. We were…we were sort of a family and now it's all gone.
So there it is. I regret not being stronger, and smarter, and better, and not being able to save the people I loved.
I think...I think I won't wallow in it, though. I just won't ever let it happen again.
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