A Raw Nerve (Drabble Project, Day 117)
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were_lemurDoctor Who, crispy!Master, all ages, not mine. A day in the life.
The Master applies the medicated salve to his exposed dermis, breathing raggedly through gritted teeth at even that careful contact. Just the slight touch sends a jolt through his unprotected nerves, and the numbing agent takes long minutes to make its effects felt.
Covering his back is tricky, especially when his contortions set off his nerves like a cascade of sparks.
For a moment, he imagines the Doctor coming to him, saying let me help. Taking the tube of ointment from him and smoothing it on his raw skin with gentle hands.
He shoves the thought of comfort ruthlessly away.
The Master applies the medicated salve to his exposed dermis, breathing raggedly through gritted teeth at even that careful contact. Just the slight touch sends a jolt through his unprotected nerves, and the numbing agent takes long minutes to make its effects felt.
Covering his back is tricky, especially when his contortions set off his nerves like a cascade of sparks.
For a moment, he imagines the Doctor coming to him, saying let me help. Taking the tube of ointment from him and smoothing it on his raw skin with gentle hands.
He shoves the thought of comfort ruthlessly away.
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Date: 2012-04-27 01:03 pm (UTC)