(discedo) Playing Track Five [Voice]

[syncopath]

[a few seconds of shallow, pained breathing]

This place...

It must be so beautiful from above. Glorious. But down here...

I don't know how much longer I can stand this.

[breathed with a strange mixture of sorrow and anger] Doctor. This is all your fucking fault.

Comments

[dolphin-rant.livejournal.com]

Are you alright? Is something wrong with your lungs?

[ladys-grace.livejournal.com]

...

[darkvonkarma.livejournal.com]

Doctor...?

[onceahuman.livejournal.com]

What's wrong...?

[sheisstilllost.livejournal.com]

Doctor? I don't think it's his fault. Whoever you are.

You know him too?