Breathing.His discarded umbrella was collecting mud as the rain began to fall harder. The Doctor had pulled Ace under a large tree, trying to prop her up against the stump as his muddied hands feverishly groped for a pulse. Her skin was slick, too, and errant Gallifreyan curses left his lips as he pressed his fingers to her wrist
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Oh! That's lovely!
"What?"
"A heartbeat."
Such an inherent process, so disgustingly taken for granted, could cease for just a second and stall hearts in its wake.
Beautiful!
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